As yet no organ rolls - no prayer-bell rings - But in and out the darting swallows pass; While distant hands prepare the pictured glass, Through vacant quatrefoils the hodman sings; But, when the House is built, the Table spread, Enter, O! broken heart! and tell thy sin! Prime guest of Jesus, enter! and begin The Church's mystic life - one Cup, one Bread; As to these stone-heap'd graves the spring shall give, Once more, their common bond of daisies sweet, So may all crush'd and barren souls revive, In one white field of common graces meet, And bells, and organ, and glad hymns, combine To draw them lovingly to rites divine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO HIS INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. N. TATE by PHILIP AYRES THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE BUILDING THE LIBRARY, TOKYO UNIVERSITY; NIGHT SCENE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIRST ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |