Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE NEW HOUSE, by LUCIA CLARK MARKHAM


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First Line: No ancient sorrows haunt these shining walls
Last Line: "and smile and say: ""how blest she must have been!"
Subject(s): Houses


No ancient sorrows haunt these shining walls
Nor ghosts of any impotent regret,
No troubled dream has stirred the silence yet,
Gladness and Hope trip lightly through the halls.

And I who stand upon the threshold fair,
Of all this loveliness the chatelaine,
Resolve that never fear nor wrath nor pain
Shall leave its harsh imprint on floor or stair.

These windows shall be wide to heaven's light,
Soft wind and breath of rose shall wander through,
Long golden mornings bring their scent and dew,
White dreams of peace irradiate the night.

And they who come long after I am gone,
When these mute walls are eloquent with age,
Shall find a rich and gracious heritage
Of restfulness to found their home upon.

On winter nights beside my hearth shut in,
O will they think with grateful hearts at ease
Of her who left this legacy of peace,
And smile and say: "How blest she must have been!"





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