Build me a lodge in the mountain tops, Build 'midst the silences of night For me alone, Build where Hate's blistered war-gleaned crops Are lost in the intervals of sight, To me not grown. Build me a lodge in the swaying pines, Build where the unchained north-wind blows For me a song, Build where the sin in my heart's confines Finds grave that is deep in the riven snow, Yea deep and strong. Build me a lodge in the wilderness, Build where the birds of the morning come With pristine notes, Build near some cave-like rock recess, Some Nature-reared palladium That peace promotes. Build me a lodge 'midst the scraggy oaks, Build where the wind-swirled leaves are dead But not to me. Build where each minute twig invokes The thought of the Cause in the overhead Infinity. Build me a lodge where the ages blend, Build where the yesteryears are one With present hours, Build me a lodge where the sky-deeps lend A glimpse of the endless All, begun Through Spirit powers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |