THE CRIMSON HOUSE
LOVE built a crimson house—I know it well—That he might have a homeWherein to dwell.Poor Love that roved so farAnd fared so ill,Between the morning starAnd the Hollow Hill,Before he found the valeWhere he could bide,With memory and oblivionSide by side.He took the silver dewAnd the dun red clay,And behold when he was throughHow fair were they!The braces of the skyWere in its girthThat it should feel no jarOf the swinging earth;That sun and wind might bleachBut not destroyThe house that he had buildedFor his joy."Here will I stay," he said,"And roam no more,And dust when I am deadShall keep the door."There trooping dreams by nightGo by, go by.The walls are rosy whiteIn the sun's eye.The windows are more clearThan sky or sea;He made them after God'sTransparency.It is a dearer placeThan Kirk or inn;Such joy on joy as thereHas never been.
LOVE built a crimson house—I know it well—That he might have a homeWherein to dwell.Poor Love that roved so farAnd fared so ill,Between the morning starAnd the Hollow Hill,Before he found the valeWhere he could bide,With memory and oblivionSide by side.He took the silver dewAnd the dun red clay,And behold when he was throughHow fair were they!The braces of the skyWere in its girthThat it should feel no jarOf the swinging earth;That sun and wind might bleachBut not destroyThe house that he had buildedFor his joy."Here will I stay," he said,"And roam no more,And dust when I am deadShall keep the door."There trooping dreams by nightGo by, go by.The walls are rosy whiteIn the sun's eye.The windows are more clearThan sky or sea;He made them after God'sTransparency.It is a dearer placeThan Kirk or inn;Such joy on joy as thereHas never been.
LOVE built a crimson house—I know it well—That he might have a homeWherein to dwell.
LOVE built a crimson house—
I know it well—
That he might have a home
Wherein to dwell.
Poor Love that roved so farAnd fared so ill,Between the morning starAnd the Hollow Hill,
Poor Love that roved so far
And fared so ill,
Between the morning star
And the Hollow Hill,
Before he found the valeWhere he could bide,With memory and oblivionSide by side.
Before he found the vale
Where he could bide,
With memory and oblivion
Side by side.
He took the silver dewAnd the dun red clay,And behold when he was throughHow fair were they!
He took the silver dew
And the dun red clay,
And behold when he was through
How fair were they!
The braces of the skyWere in its girthThat it should feel no jarOf the swinging earth;
The braces of the sky
Were in its girth
That it should feel no jar
Of the swinging earth;
That sun and wind might bleachBut not destroyThe house that he had buildedFor his joy.
That sun and wind might bleach
But not destroy
The house that he had builded
For his joy.
"Here will I stay," he said,"And roam no more,And dust when I am deadShall keep the door."
"Here will I stay," he said,
"And roam no more,
And dust when I am dead
Shall keep the door."
There trooping dreams by nightGo by, go by.The walls are rosy whiteIn the sun's eye.
There trooping dreams by night
Go by, go by.
The walls are rosy white
In the sun's eye.
The windows are more clearThan sky or sea;He made them after God'sTransparency.
The windows are more clear
Than sky or sea;
He made them after God's
Transparency.
It is a dearer placeThan Kirk or inn;Such joy on joy as thereHas never been.
It is a dearer place
Than Kirk or inn;
Such joy on joy as there
Has never been.