When childhood's laughing tones reveal Deep blessedness of heart, I feign the joy I long to feel And check the sobs that start; Shrouding the agony that lies Within my dim, tear-blinded eyes, Because on earth eternally The door of sound is closed for me, And man—man knoweth not the key! In solitude I love to dream Of what I may not hear, And muse how sweet a sound must seem, A human voice, how dear! Alas! that dreams which soothe and bless Should be so full of nothingness! I wake and all is mystery: The door of sound is closed for me, And man—man knoweth not the key! I shall not long be here on earth, My mother's eyes are wet: She felt, e'en when she gave me birth, My star would quickly set. I grow less earthly day by day, Then tell me why should death delay? God calls me home, God sets me free: The door of sound is closed for me, But oh! it shall not always be. My form is frail, my sight is dim, Life's tide is ebbing fast: My failing senses seem to swim And all will soon be past! Peace, peace! I hear sweet angel-tones Singing in Heaven round the thrones; One last brief prayer on bended knee— The door of sound is oped for me, But God, God only, held the key! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL |