THOU who tarriest at my gate, Pass along the sunny street. Do faces marred as mine is, wait With smiles a guest to greet? LOVE, who touched my lips with fire, Sadly smiling, granted me The fulness of my fool's desire -- A scar for all to see. PASS -- thou knowest I do not dare From my toil mine eyes to raise Lest I see thee standing there As in those other days. BALEFUL Guest, hast thou not wrought All thy will of evil yet? Hast forgot thy scar, that naught Can soothe me to forget? CHILD, lay by thy bitterness -- Evil would I work thee none Rather would I bid thee bless What cannot be undone. EYES grown soft with many a tear Are not hasty to be hard, And comfort speaks to shame and fear Through lips my fire hath scarred. DO not fear to lift thine eyes, Do not fear to ope thy door. Thou shalt know my Paradise Who knewest my Hell of yore. 'TIS the narrow hearts that break And in breaking stand confessed Happier so, if thus they make The Greater Love their guest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 146 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UNREALITY by MERCEDES DE ACOSTA ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE |