The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
In My HeartJohn Reade (18371919)
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Some are furnished, some are empty, some are sombre, some are light;
Some are open to all comers, of some I keep the key;
And I enter in the stillness of the night.
Only once its door was opened, and it shut for evermore;
And though sounds of many voices gather round it like a sea,
It is silent, ever silent, as the shore.
And the jewel that it sheltered I knew only one could win;
And my soul foreboded sorrow, should that jewel be revealed,
And I almost hoped that none might enter in.
Till she came at last, my darling one, of all the earth my own;
And she entered—then she vanished with my jewel which she wore;
And the door was closed—and I was left alone.
Shone with tenderness a moment, as she closed that chamber door,
And the memory of that moment is all I have to prize—
But that, at least, is mine for evermore.
Did she think it but a bauble she might wear or toss aside?
I know not, I accuse not, but I hope that it may prove
A blessing, though she spurn it in her pride.