Interior

It sheds a shy solemnity,
This lamp in our poor room.
O grey and gold amenity, --
Silence and gentle gloom!

Wide from the world, a stolen hour
We claim, and none may know
How love blooms like a tardy flower
Here in the day's after-glow.

And even should the world break in
With jealous threat and guile,
The world, at last, must bow and win
Our pity and a smile.

by Harold Hart Crane

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Comments (7)

Love blooms like a tardy flower In the day's after glow Beautiful conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.
'Wide from the world, a stolen hour We claim, and none may know' ..is a very thought provoking line. Nice poem.Thanks for sharing.
Short, simple and a nice easy-flowing poem.
a poem of the privacy felt when in one's home?
Day's afterglow.... thanks for posting....
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