The Angel with the Book When to that house I came which, long ago, My heart had builded of its joy and woe, Upon its threshold, lo! I paused again, Dreading to enter; fearing to behold The place wherein my Love had lived of old, And where my other self lay dead and slain. I feared to see some shape, some Hope once dear, Behind the arras dead; some face of Fear, With eyes accusing, that would sear my soul, Taking away my manhood and my strength With heartbreak memories.... And yet, at length, Again I stood within that house of dole. Sombre and beautiful with stately things The long hall lay; and by the stairs the wings Of Life and Love rose marble and unmarred: And all the walls, hung grave with tapestry, Gesticulated sorrow; gazed at me, Strange speculation in their dark regard. Through one tall oriel the close of day Glared with its crimson face and laid a ray, A burning finger, on the stairway where A trail of tears, as of a wounded heart, Led to a passage with a room apart, A room where Love had perished of despair. Now all was empty; silent even of sighs; And yet I felt within that room were eyes, Unearthly eyes I dared not look upon, That had seen God; within them hell and heaven Of all the past. I dared not look, yet, even As I drew back, my feet were slowly drawn. Into that room lit with those eyes.... I saw An Angel standing with the Book of Law; His raiment lightening from head to feet, And swords of flame and darkness in his eyes, He stood, the great Book, open as the skies, Like some great heart throbbing with rosy heat. One moment blazed the vision: then I heard, Not with my ears, but with my soul, this word: "I am the Law through which Love is. Each one Through me must win unto his heaven or hell. I build the house in which all memories dwell. Thy house is finished, and my task is done." And where the vision burned was nothing. Fear Bowed me to earth; for, flaming, very near, I felt that Angel's presence, like a spell, That turned my eyesight inward where I saw That this was Love, whose other name is Law, By whom was built my House of Heaven and Hell. |
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