There is no lord within my heart, Left silent as an empty shrine Where rose and myrtle intertwine, Within a place apart. No god is there of carven stone To watch with still approving eyes My thoughts like steady incense rise; I dream and weep alone. But if I keep my altar fair, Some morning I shall lift my head From roses deftly garlanded To find the god is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER PAN'S PIPING by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE AEOLIAN HARP (1) by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |