SEAL thou the window! Yea, shut out the light And bar my door to all the airs of spring. Yet in my cell, concealed from curious sight, Here will I sit and sing. Deaf, blind, and wilt Thou have me dumb, also, Telling in silence these sad beads of days? So let it be: though no sweet numbers flow, My breath shall be Thy praise. Yea, though Thou slay the life wherein men see The upward-mounting flame, the failing spark, My heart of love, that heart Thou gavest me, Shall beat on in the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET SONNET: 13. OUT OF CATALLUS by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD A SONNET. OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |