Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the Iron Gate, Rise up, and curse Him on His throne of fire. Earth shuddered at my crown of blasphemy, But Love was as a flame about my feet; Proud up the Golden Stair I strode; and beat Thrice on the Gate, and entered with a cry -- All the great courts were quiet in the sun, And full of vacant echoes: moss had grown Over the glassy pavement, and begun To creep within the dusty council-halls. An idle wind blew round an empty throne And st+irred the heavy curtains on the walls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: TO DANTE by GUIDO CAVALCANTI THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!; A LEGEND OF PALESTINE AND -- WEST KENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM OVERTONES by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN KNOWLEDGE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |