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Poems (Young)/The House of Love

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4644557Poems — The House of LoveElla Young
THE HOUSE OF LOVE.
I built for you a house of joy,
A dun close-walled and warm within;
Strong-fossed without, lest foe destroy
Or creeping sorrow entrance win.

The wind that wails about the world
Came with you through the open door—
My joy-dun into ruin hurled
Lay desolate for evermore.

I built for you a house of dream
Fair as the pearly light of morn;
Its pillars caught an opal gleam
From skies where night was never born.

The wind that blows the stars to flame
Blew through my house and left it bare:
The beauty vanished when it came,
The columns melted into air.

The next house that I build for you
I'll build with stars and moon-fire white:
Vaster than those the wind swept through,
Its halls, star-paved, shall front the night.

Mayhap you'll come and wander there
When all the winds are laid to rest,
And find its sun-bright beauty fair
Beyond the glow in East or West.

Mayhap its radiant fire must fade
Before the wind that wakes the dawn,
The light from Heaven's heart out-rayed
When suns and moons are all withdrawn.

The wind that beats the stars to dust
May sweep my star-built courts away:
Let my dun fall—if fall it must—
Its glory lasted for a day.

I care not how I lose anew,
Or round the wreck what winds may wail—
Since God's own dun was built for you,
You are not houseless, though I fail.