There is no lord within my heart, Left silent as an empty shrine Where rose and myrtle intertwine, Within a place apart. No god is there of carven stone To watch with still approving eyes My thoughts like steady incense rise; I dream and weep alone. But if I keep my altar fair, Some morning I shall lift my head From roses deftly garlanded To find the god is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE TO A FAIRY TALE by EDITH SITWELL ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE BANNOCKBURN by ROBERT BURNS WRITTEN IN NORTHAMPTON COUNTY ASYLUM by JOHN CLARE LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE |