THE HOUSE OF LOVE

By Francis Sherman

Often between the midnight and the morn

I wake and see the angels round my bed;

Then fall asleep again, well-comforted.

I wait not now till that clear dawn be born

Shall lead my feet ( O Love, thine eyes are worn

With watching ) where her feet have late been led;

Nor lie awake, saying the words she said —

( Her yellow hair.— Have ye seen yellow corn? )

I fall asleep and dream and quite forget,

For here in heaven I know a new love's birth

Which casteth out all memory. And yet

( As I had loved her more, O Christ, on earth,

Hadst Thou not been so long unsought, unmet )

Some morrow Thou shalt learn my worship's worth.