MY tower was grimly builded, With many a bolt and bar, "And here," I thought, "I will keep my life From the bitter world afar." Dark and chill was the stony floor, Where never a sunbeam lay, And the mould crept up on the dreary wall, With its ghost touch, day by day. One morn, in my sullen musings, A flutter and cry I heard; And close at the rusty casement There clung a frightened bird. Then back I flung the shutter That was never before undone, And I kept till its wings were rested The little weary one. But in through the open window, Which I had forgot to close, There had burst a gush of sunshine And a summer scent of rose. For all the while I had burrowed There in my dingy tower, Lo! the birds had sung and the leaves had danced From hour to sunny hour. And such balm and warmth and beauty Came drifting in since then, That window still stands open And shall never be shut again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD VIRGINIA - THE WEST by WALT WHITMAN THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG ARCHEANASSA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS TO THE LADY PENELOPE RITCH by RICHARD BARNFIELD |