Here you will find the Poem The Hidden Room of poet Isabella Valancy Crawford
I marvel if my heart, Hath any room apart, Built secretly its mystic walls within; With subtly warded key. Ne'er yielded unto me-- Where even I have surely never been. Ah, surely I know all The bright and cheerful hall With the fire ever red upon its hearth; My friends dwell with me there, Nor comes the step of Care To sadden down its music and its mirth. Full well I know as mine, The little cloister'd shrine No foot but mine alone hath ever trod; There come the shining wings-- The face of one who brings The pray'rs of men before the throne of God. And many know full well, The busy, busy cell, Where I toil at the work I have to do, Nor is the portal fast, Where stand phantoms of the past, Or grow the bitter plants of darksome rue. I know the dainty spot (Ah, who doth know it not?) Where pure young Love his lily-cradle made; And nestled some sweet springs With lily-spangled wings-- Forget-me-nots upon his bier I laid. Yet marvel I, my soul, Know I thy very whole, Or dost thou hide a chamber still from me? Is it built upon the wall? Is it spacious? is it small? Is it God, or man, or I who holds the key?
