On The Bridge Of Sighs Poem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

It chanceth once to every soul,
Within a narrow hour of doubt and dole,


Upon Life's Bridge of Sighs to stand,
'A palace and a prison on each hand.'


O palace of the rose-heart's hue!
How like a flower the warm light falls from you!


O prison with the hollow eyes!
Beneath your stony stare no flowers arise.


O palace of the rose-sweet sin!
How safe the heart that does not enter in!


O blessed prison-walls! how true
The freedom of the soul that chooseth you!