I am shut out of mine own heart <br />because my love is far from me, <br />nor in the wonders have I part <br />that fill its hidden empery: <br /> <br />the wildwood of adventurous thought <br />and lands of dawn my dream had won, <br />the riches out of Faery brought <br />are buried with our bridal sun. <br /> <br />And I am in a narrow place, <br />and all its little streets are cold, <br />because the absence of her face <br />has robb'd the sullen air of gold. <br /> <br />My home is in a broader day: <br />at times I catch it glistening <br />thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play <br />and odour of undying spring: <br /> <br />the long days that I lived alone, <br />sweet madness of the springs I miss'd, <br />are shed beyond, and thro' them blown <br />clear laughter, and my lips are kiss'd: <br /> <br />- and here, from mine own joy apart, <br />I wait the turning of the key: - <br />I am shut out of mine own heart <br />because my love is far from me<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-shut-out-of-mine-own-heart/
