I WAS the temple for a people's need; My columns and my towers lifted bright, Expressed the soaring ardours of their creed. My windows were the lanterns of their night; My naves were golden solitudes for prayer; My sepulchres enveloped those asleep; And I concealed the living soul's despair, In vestibules with pious love replete. Through severed arch, the mournful wind I hear, And my lone pillars that will never hold Aught but the dome of heaven, stand darkly bold, Like the bare crags, that from ebb tides appear. The mellow, sheathing shadows droop to hide My sadness, and the voices hushed of birds, Lull my deep slumber, throbbing, like the words Of love that on forsaken hearts abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |