WHEN all thy serenades are sung, And all thy gay novelles are told, When all thy roses red are flung, And all thy loves are waxen cold, When all the tapers honey-white Have failed the Masquer of Delight:— Then like a bedesman come assay The carven door of Misericorde, Pass down the long grey aisle to pray Largesse from thy forgotten Lord, Wide are the great Cathedral gates, And high upon the Cross He waits. Where scarlet is the light, and blue, And all the peace is love and death, Come, prodigal, and never rue Thy portion spent. The sobbing breath, The empty hands, the broken heart, Those be His own, His chosen part. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER LINCOLN by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER FAREWELL TO SUMMER by GEORGE ARNOLD THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |