As yet no organ rolls - no prayer-bell rings - But in and out the darting swallows pass; While distant hands prepare the pictured glass, Through vacant quatrefoils the hodman sings; But, when the House is built, the Table spread, Enter, O! broken heart! and tell thy sin! Prime guest of Jesus, enter! and begin The Church's mystic life - one Cup, one Bread; As to these stone-heap'd graves the spring shall give, Once more, their common bond of daisies sweet, So may all crush'd and barren souls revive, In one white field of common graces meet, And bells, and organ, and glad hymns, combine To draw them lovingly to rites divine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO AT LAX by KAREN SWENSON THE CALM [CALME] by JOHN DONNE WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP IN MEMORIAM (EASTER 1915) by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |