Fill Joy's room with the sweet incense of song; Hang silver bells of tinkling laughter; Festoon the walls -- Make haste I pray: She's staying for the day. Give Sorrow a quiet room, close-shuttered, Where she may be quite undisturbed For her no incense, music, flowers: Her heart's attuned to lonely hours. She's staying for the week. Prepare for Duty the largest room; Roll high the blinds; use well the broom. Duty will furnish as she pleases. An honored guest who's walked with Jesus, She deigns to stay -- always. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAMERCY PARK by SARA TEASDALE SALLY IN OUR ALLEY by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) THE BLESSED VIRGIN, COMPARED TO THE AIR WE BREATHE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD THE SLEEPY SONG by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON THE HOUSE OF THE FALSE PROPHET by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |