In this chapel those who kneel are bigger than those standing, and those who bow down stand gigantic. You delve deeper into the dark at first and panic, but you need to @3know@1 all the same. Otherwise how many years pass like hummingbirds forced to fly at glass? The ivy fields, red, gray, and the brides in them want only to sway, to serve the music from the chapel, the chapel far now from the sea. No greater than a shell, the soul is distant and within reach. From the opening strings the white meadowsweet, eyes who never close. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TRUST IN GOD by NORMAN MACLEOD (1812-1872) RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN AT THE CARNIVAL by ANNE SPENCER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. |