Later Poems

by Bliss Carman


The Angel of Joy


THERE is no grief for me
Nor sadness any more;
For since I first knew thee
Great Joy has kept my door.

That angel of the calm

All-comprehending smile,
No menace can dismay,
No falsity beguile.

Out of the house of life
Before him fled away

Languor, regret, and strife
And sorrow on that day.

Grim fear, unmanly doubt,
And impotent despair
Went at his bidding forth

Among the things that were,—

Leaving a place all clean,
Resounding of the sea
And decked with forest green,
To be a home for thee.