The Gates Ajar are open wide, And she who once had passed inside On daring wings of reverence, Has entered, and will there abide. What joys already she has seen! What happy valleys robed in green, What lifted mountains fine and far, And lakes aglow with morning sheen! How light she walks! and every place Wears a familiar, loving face, -- Fond scenes the traveller once knew, And longed her journey to retrace. What homely voices endless dear Her hungry soul has leaped to hear! What heartsome bits of every day Have fallen on her eager ear! And now, I think, amid the lights Of blessed home, she sits and writes What we perhaps shall read some day Beyond the shadows and the nights. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER STRANGE MEETING by WILFRED OWEN A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE HELEN AND THETIS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |