There is a sleep we have not slept, Safe in a bed unknown: There hearts are staunched that long have wept Alone or bled alone: Sweet sleep that dreams not, or whose dream Is foretaste of the truth: Sweet sleep whose sweets are what they seem, Refreshing more than youth. There is a sea whose waters clear Are never tempest-tost: There is a home whose children dear Are saved, not one is lost: There Cherubim and Seraphim And Angels dwell with Saints, Whose lustre no more dwindleth dim, Whose ardour never faints. There is a Love which fills desire And can our love requite: Like fire it draws our lesser fire. Like greater light our light: For it we agonize in strife, We yearn, we famish thus ''" Lo in the far-off land of life Doth it not yearn for us ? O fair, O fair Jerusalem, How fair, how far away, When shall we see thy Jasper-gem That gives thee light for day ? Thy sea of glass like fire, thy streets Of glass hke virgin gold, Thy royal Elders on their seats. Thy four Beasts manifold? Fair City of delights, the Bride In raiment white and clean. When shall we see thee loving-eyed. Sun-girdled, happy Queen? Without a wrinkle or a spot. Blood-cleansed, blood-purchased once: In how fair ground is fallen the lot Of all thy happy sons ! Dove's eyes beneath thy parted lock, A dove's soft voice is thine : Thy nest is safe within the Rock, Safe in the very Vine: Thy walls salvation buildeth them And all thy gates are praise, O fair, O fair Jerusalem, In sevenfold day of days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS |