The windows of my soul are shadowed so That you, a passerby, do not discern How steadily the flames of purpose burn; What quiet glow of joy is mine to know That, when the latch is lifted, I shall go To find the time, the strength, the will to learn Infinite mysteries, the skill to turn To rich fruition dreams that could not grow To beauty here. Now, confident, I take My crumpled hopes and freshen them to make A banner that I shall be proud to fling To Heaven's breezes when the call shall ring; When with triumphant faith and holy zest My soul fares forth on its immortal quest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |