THE INNER CHAMBER. And, half fearing, yet eager hearted, Turned the door on its golden hinge. Now I sing in the court once more, I sing and I weep all day, As I kneel by the close-shut door, For I know what the echoes say. Yet I sing not the song of old, Ere I knew whence the echo came, Ere I opened the door of gold; But the music sounds just the same. Then take warning, and turn away; Do not ask of that hidden thing, Do not guess what the echoes say, Or the meaning of what I sing. HEARTS. I. A TRINKET made like a Heart, dear, Of red gold, bright and fine, Was given to me for a keepsake, Given to me for mine. If then your future life should need A strength my Love can only gain Through suffering, or my heart be freed Only by sorrow from some stain, While Love has daily perils, Then you shall give, and I will such take, this Crown of fire for As none foresee and none con Love's dear sake. trol; September 8, 1860. |