Here you will find the Poem Interior of poet 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.