HERE is a house, so great, so wide <br />It will take in the whole world's pride. <br />Yet, when I looked, it seemed I saw <br />Only a vast room strewn with straw <br />That was threshed of moony gleams <br />And dew of branches and star beams. <br />Here cheek by cheek the drowsed souls lay <br />Still as leverets in the hay. <br />Merry it was to see in Sleep <br />How each soul had found his brother; <br />Here a king and there a sweep <br />Lay hand-fast and kissed each other, <br />There a queen that had been sad <br />Mothered in Sleep a shepherd lad, <br />And lovers saw the loved one's face <br />Star-like in a lonely place. <br />But the Lamp that gave them light <br />Was lovelier than the dreams of night. <br />Angels watched lest any steal it,– <br />Christ's own heart, laid here to heal it.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-155/
