Enter, scared mortal! and in awe behold The chancel of a dying poet's mind, Hung round, ah! not adorned, with pictures bold And quaint, but roughly touched for the refined. The chancel, not the charnel house! For I To God have raised a shrine immaculate Therein, whereon His name to glorify, And daily mercies meekly celebrate. So in, scared breather! here no hint of death -- Skull or cross-bones suggesting sceptic fear; Yea, rather calmer beauty, purer breath Inhaled from a diviner atmosphere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY (FOR A DRAWING) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT OVERTURE TO A DANCE OF LOCOMOTIVES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 47. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |