How strange! No light within the darkened room No lamp to shed his hinted light, and spill A flickering welcome on this icy sill Where my hands rest, reaching from out the gloom? None! All I see is shadowy as a tomb. The glass against my forehead strikes a chill Straight through my brain. The window glimmers still As cold as steel, as obdurate as doom. Ah, outer gardens of my prophet's mind, What words ye flowered! 'Twas there I plucked such healing Closelier I circled round his soul, to find Its radiant inmost home; this night came stealing Before his spirit's house, -- and know it -- blind! -- Blind of all light, empty and unrevealing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN by AESOP DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT ENGLISH ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART (FIRST READING) by WILLIAM BLAKE |