There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me - I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections - be - The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all things new - The time was scarce profaned, by speech - The symbol of a word Was needless, as at Sacrament, The Wardrobe - of our Lord - Each was to each The Sealed Church, Permitted to commune this - time - Lest we too awkward show At Supper of the Lamb. The Hours slid fast - as Hours will, Clutched tight, by greedy hands - So faces on two Decks, look back, Bound to opposing lands - And so when all the time had leaked, Without external sound Each bound the Other's Crucifix - We gave no other Bond - Sufficient troth, that we shall rise - Deposed - at length, the Grave - To that new Marriage, Justified - through Calvaries of Love | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON |