THE dark house yonder is my life; It looms against the purple night; The windows are my stars; I count Them all, -- each window one delight. Oh! there are many stars above, But mine in strong substantial woe Are framed; I cannot misconstrue Life's dark intent, joy's fitful glow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |