THE world has brought not anything To make me glad to-day! The swallow had a broken wing, And after all my journeying There was no water in the spring, -- My friend has said me nay. But yet somehow I needs must sing As on a luckier day. Dusk falls as gray as any tear, There is no hope in sight! But something in me seems so fair, That like a star I needs must wear A safety made of shining air Between me and the night. Such inner weavings do I wear All fashioned of delight! I need not for these robes of mine The loveliness of earth, But happenings remote and fine Like threads of dreams will blow and shine In gossamer and crystalline, And I was glad from birth. So even while my eyes repine, My heart is clothed in mirth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES by ROBERT HERRICK JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE LAMP OF HERO by LOUISE VICTORINE ACKERMANN PSALM 20. EXAUDIAT TE DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PRAYERS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |