COME quickly in and close the door, For none hath entered here before, The secret chamber set apart Within the cloister of the heart. Tread softly! 'T is the Holy Place Where memory meets face to face A sacred sorrow, felt of yore, But sleeping now forevermore. It cannot die; for nought of pain, Its fleeting vesture, doth remain: Behold upon the shrouded eye The seal of immortality! Love would not wake it, nor efface Of anguish one abiding trace, Since e'en the calm of heaven were less, Untouched of human tenderness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER by MARY MORRISON THE DAWNING O' THE YEAR by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 5 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER by ROBERT BURNS VIA CRUCIS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |