Garland Globe | 1906-03-24 | Page 7 | Closed Doors

Closed "Doors Tho doors nro closed, the shutters battened bat-tened tight. The curtain drawn; tho lamps soft Hood of gold I -i Around mo lies; there Is no touch of i I cold: KNo hint of the uptoarlous mood of nlslit. Tempest may walk tho earth and Mind the llRht , , Of winter s frosty stars: unaureoled The moon may hide within the nick s dim fold 1 ntn oIiIIvIoiih; nil to me Is brwht For I It i-i' chosen RUexts about my board. Chaucer, who mined so deep lu leiiend's board, The ki cut t of the Kllzalictlmli throne. I Keats and bis comrades, fiotn the lyric ' host. To I'ocsyl this our silent toast As we together MUalT the wine of sour. Clinton Hcollard, lu Metropolitan.