GLAD old house of lichened stonework, What I owed you in my lone work, Noon and night! Whensoever faint or ailing, Letting go my grasp and failing, You lent light. How by that fair title came you? Did some forward eye so name you Knowing that one, Stumbling down his century blindly, Would remark your sound, so kindly, And be won? Smile in sunlight, sleep in moonlight, Bask in April, May, and June-light, Zephyr-fanned; Let your chambers show no sorrow, Blanching day, or stuporing morrow, While they stand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH STANZAS TO A LADY by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE MEASUREMENTS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SIC SEMPER INSURANTIBUS by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |