HERE, where I went in and out, I no more may come and go. This with sweetbriar fenced about Is another's garden, so His the master's foot to come In each dear, remembered room. Such a blank, forgetting face The house turns that was my house, Where I built a little space, As the birds build in the boughs. But the birds—the birds are gone And the vernal days are done. Forth I fare that once would stay. I have neither walls nor roof, Being a traveller, blithe and gay, For a world that's weather-proof, Where no rust eats in, no moth Frets the sacred altar-cloth. Open, skies, and let me through. Here I struck no roots to be Fearful of all winds that blew. There I shall grow a tree, a tree Where, in calm and shining weather, My birds and I shall be together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE INSTEAD OF TEARS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OLD HOUSE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS A MIRACLE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |