Frances M. Jones Bannerman

(1855-1940 / Canada)

Frances M. Jones Bannerman Poems

1. An Upper Chamber 1/4/2003

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An Upper Chamber

I CAME into the City and none knew me;
   None came forth, none shouted 'He is here!
Not a hand with laurel would bestrew me,
   All the way by which I drew anear--
   Night my banner, and my herald Fear.

But I knew where one so long had waited
   In the low room at the stairway's height,
Trembling lest my foot should be belated,
   Singing, sighing for the long hours' flight
   Towards the moment of our dear delight.

I came into the City when you hail'd me ...

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