Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay,
Thou canst not touch us here, in our stronghold,
Where two, made one, laugh all thy powers away.
Though ramparts crumble and rusty gates grow thin,
And our brave fortress dwine to a hollow shell,
Thou shalt hear heavenly laughter, far within,
Where, young as Love, two hidden lovers dwell.
We shall go clambering up our twisted stairs
To watch the moon through rifts in our grey towers.
Thou shalt hear whispers, kisses, and sweet prayers
Creeping through all our creviced walls like flowers.
Wouldst wreck us, Time? When thy dull leaguer brings
The last wall down, look heavenward. We have wings.
By Alfred Noyes (Yes, again with the author of "The Highwayman!" I've discovered I really like his poems!)
UPDATE: Here is a link to all of his poems on Poem Hunter.
HT: Poem Hunter
Image HT: Jim Kalafus
2 comments:
That's lovely. I was just this week talking to the kids about *The Highwayman* and realizing that I had no idea who had written it nor if they had written anything else.
He really is wonderful! I keep stumbling across poems that I like, and he wrote. He did quite a few on WWI, WWII(he lived through both, I believe), and Robin Hood(!), among other themes.
I'll drop in a link to his poems on Poem Hunter.
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