In Freiburg station, waiting for a train, I saw a Bishop in puce gloves go by. Now God may thunder furious from the sky, Shattering all my glory into pain, And joy turn stinking rotten, hope be vain, Night fall on little laughters, little loves, And better Bishops don more glorious gloves, While I do down in darkness; what care I? There is one memory God can never break. There is one splendour more than all the pain, There is one secret that shall never die, Star-crowned I stand and sing, for that hour's sake. In Freiburg station, waiting for a train, I saw a Bishop with puce gloves go by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL GRECIAN KINDNESS: A SONG by JOHN WILMOT ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |