CLOSE now the door; shut down the light: Yet can these walls my wrath provoke, While on the altar of my Right My brain burns into smoke? Close now the door, and lock the chain, Men have me judged, and I am glad: I shall not cry out in my pain, I will go slowly mad. Some drink the dregs of duty's cup, Some die, or dare their marvels through, But I will give my reason up For things that I hold true. The known is merged in the unknown, The serpent nestles to the dove, And I lay all God's beauty down For the great God I love. The fragrant branches wet with rain, The babes and bushes by the door, The dreams that wrack my mortal brain Shall trouble me no more. But I will sit, with a mild stare, And count the rain-drips one by one; I shall not know the sun is there When next I see the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |