Porches Of The Sun

'Gainst leaden skies
The roofs and chimneys lean
All black and crowded,
And the sullen rain
Comes sobbing thru the wind-swept night
To beat against my pane.
Life seems to lurk
Without my door,
A savage wolf
To maim and tear,
That thru the morrows I must fight
To gain my garret's scanty fare.
Yet somehow,
Thru the murk and rain,
My soul lifts up
Her trembling bands
To where in radiant glory clad, remote, afar,
Her twin-self stands.
And by that reaching
Seems to learn
To fight the harder,
And endure,
Until the groping hand is clasped
And in the path she stands secure
The path that winds
Away from earth
Where sin assoils
And sorrow mars,
To some fair planet, roseate, set
Amid the blazing stars.

^__Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos