I and my Soul are alone to-day, All in the shining weather; We were sick of the world, and we put it away, So we could rejoice together. Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky, Is mixing a rare, sweet wine, In the burnished gold of his cup on high, For me, and this Soul of mine. We find it a safe and royal drink, And a cure for every pain; It helps us to love, and helps us to think, And strengthens body and brain. And sitting here, with my Soul alone, Where the yellow sun-rays fall, Of all the friends I have ever known I find it the @3best@1 of all. We rarely meet when the World is near, For the World hath a pleasing art And brings me so much that is bright and dear That my Soul it keepeth apart. But when I grow weary of mirth and glee, Of glitter, and glow, and splendor, Like a tried old friend it comes to me, With a smile that is sad and tender. And we walk together as two friends may, And laugh, and drink God's wine. Oh, a royal comrade any day I find this Soul of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT A SONNET by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE TWO RABBIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GOLDEN AGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL PSALM 90 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |