Such bliss he had, such agony, And what he had he gave to me. I shut the door of our small house And lived with agony's carouse; I opened the door and let in Others to live down the din; And all the time his bliss was there Eluding me like silver air, And when I caught his silver glee It was too magical for me. I broke his bliss, I hushed his woe, We stood in our empty house to go Packed and coated on our quest: He went east, I went west, Until at length we met before The narrow panel of our door; We stood and faced each other as Long as lifetimes take to pass; Into the house I led him then, I shut the door on living men; And now we watch grope to and fro The ghost of bliss, the ghost of woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL IN A RESTAURANT by SARA TEASDALE HIRAM POWERS' GREEK SLAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS I HAVE LOVED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |