I HAVE made empty all my heart for you! I have shut out the mad noise of the world, Closed every window, made the doors fast, too; And from each chamber to the winds have hurled Old thoughts, old base desires, old sins, old stains; Yea, swept my heart as all the earth is swept by April rains. Down the long corridors there is no sound! I wait but for your entrance through the door, Your footfall in my heart's great vacant ground, Your voice to sing and sing forevermore -- Your voice alone to make the old house thrill With the vast knowledge that your love wakes all that once was still! There shall be gladness when you come to me! Your thoughts, not mine, shall enter in this place. O Love! behold how white each room shall be, And you shall make all whiter of your grace! Come to this quiet house, this heart of mine -- It is no longer part of me, but all is thine, is thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHPEHERD'S HOUR by PAUL VERLAINE SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE PSALMS 71. PRAYER AND SONG OF THE AGED CHRISTIAN by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |