THE mansion of my heart, my Love, Through empty, idle years, Stood in the hills of Loneliness Beside the stream of Tears; There were no sounds of minstrelsy To wake its silent walls, There was no feasting at its boards, No laughter shook its halls. I thought when you should come, my Love, That I, who waited long, Should open wide the mansion gates And greet you with a song; I thought I'd scatter garlands bright Before you as you came, While all the palace swift should sound The accents of your name. But it has not been so, my Love, For scarce I was aware, A glory fell upon the place, Lo! you had entered there; The hills were changed to Cheerfulness, To Joy the stream of Tears, And oh, the mystic music of The happy, happy years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE THE BELLS OF LONDON by MOTHER GOOSE TO MISS --, THEN TWO YEARS OLD by JANE BOWDLER SNOWLESS WINTER by MERTA M. BROOKINGS CHRISTMAS IN 1875 by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |