Harold Hart Crane

(21 July 1899 – 27 April 1932 / Garrettsville, Ohio)

Interior - Poem by Harold Hart Crane

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.


Comments about Interior by Harold Hart Crane

  • * Sunprincess * (4/1/2016 7:50:00 AM)

    .......the coziness of being in one's own room is
    beautifully penned ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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