Yes, I will be thy priest
by unknown
Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new growth with pleasant pain
Far, far around shall those dark-clustered trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
the moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness
a rosy sanctuary I will dress
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night
To let the warm love in!
Annikaya Community Member 
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