LITTLE gay chamber, thick-set walls of gold, Windows full of the beauty of the green Shelter of trees, heaven's mystical palisade; Limning of faded saints that lurk between The brightnesses, like stories long since told; Soft darkling curtains bringing fitful shade. Here lived in holy joy, and loved, and died, We who are separate now, yet still are one; Here wakened we to hear the blackbird sing His matins, and beheld new-open-eyed The dawn make signal when the night was done; Here morns slid by like opals down a string. Here laughed, together glad, and here died we; For what is now of me is not what was Of both, and is of both in the sweet elsewhere, My hand in thine, e'en though I may not see Thine eyes as thou seest mine, in the long pause That holds my feet till I may run to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER |