TO CONGDON
Reading edition
When I look among the shadows in my soul, I am glad for every scar and sin; (Oh, little child, upon the threshold of my heart, Stay within!) I will mould to golden-tinted globes of pearl, My rebellion, with each bruising shame, And kindled from my dark, their light will keep your dreams Star-frost and flame. Then I will mend all broken songs of mine, To thread them on a many-colored string, That you may count them, as you lean against my heart, And learn to sing.