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POETRY.


I AM SHUT OUT OF MINE OWN HEART


I am shut out of mine own heart

because my love is far from me,

nor in the wonders have I part

that fill its hidden empery:


the wildwood of adventurous thought

and lands of dawn my dream had won,

the riches out of Faery brought

are buried with our bridal sun.


And I am in a narrowplace,

and all its little streets are cold,

because the absence of her face

has robb'd the sullen air of gold.


My home is in a broader day:

at times I catch it glistening

thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play

and odour of undying spring:


the long days that I lived alone,

sweet madness of the springs I miss'd,

are shed beyond, and thro' them blown

clearlaughter, and my lips are kiss'd:


- and here, from mine own joy apart,

I wait the turning of the key: -

I am shut out of mine own heart

because my love is far from me



by Christopher John Brennan



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