Somewhere in the ether land,

Wherein my soul might revel

And rest at my command.

The spot, a royal summit,

I let my will select,

And Fancy came inspecting

With Thought, the architect.

We went down to the quarry

It was a gorgeous building—

The window lights of red

Came from the sunset’s furnace,

Or Northern light instead.

Each peak, each tower and turret

The sunlight’s love had won,

And straight there came a voice

From heaven and said “well done.”

I planted a grove beyond it,

And hedged up the terraced yard,

And I dug a groove so a brooklet

Could play on the level sward.

I wanted a flower to cheer me,

And off on a breezy slope

I scattered the seed of roses

And the purple heliotrope.

I peopled the rooms with volumes

Of men with talents rare,

Who climbed upon Fame’s spire

And waved their banners there.

I purchased the costliest paintings,

And swung them from the walls;

And music, like harps of heaven,

Resounded throughout the halls.

I gave a royal banquet,

The nuptial feast was spread,

And then, when all was ready,

There Love and I were wed.

But when the guests departed,

A rap came on the door,

And a gaunt figure faced me

I ne’er had seen before.

“My name,” she said, “is Envy;

I wish to stop with you;

Your dwelling just completed,

The inmates must be few.”

Her breath, like fumes of sulphur,

Into my face was blown,

And like a demon’s curses

Was her departing tone.

The night came on, and fingers

Tapped on the beveled glass,

A face looked in the window

With eyes that shone like brass;

But Love beheld the visage,

And o’er the window drew

A shade that shut Suspicion

Forever from my view.

And then a pond’rous knocking

Bombarded at the door,

And like an earthquake’s tremor

Upheaved the palace floor.

I glanced into the key-hole,

And, like the brand of Cain,

I saw on Slander’s forehead

A dark and bloody stain.

I barred the palace entrance,

And turning in the hall

We faced another figure

More dreadful than them all;

He said: “My name is Ruin—

Unbidden here I stand,

To curse your happy homestead

And desolate your land.

“The lichen I have sprinkled

Upon your crumbling tower,

The ivy and the myrtle

Shall choke each blooming flower.”

And then he smote the castle,

It trembled to its base,

And fell? No, no—I shouted

And laughed out in his face:

“You can not wreck our palace,

Love is the corner stone,

And we are master workmen,”

I said, in jocund tone.

He seized his trailing garments,

Departed with a groan,

And love and I together

Were once more left alone.

Next day as they debated

What course to next pursue,

I heard a sweet voice calling—

Love said the tone he knew.

The step, low as a mother’s

Upon the nursery floor,

Was like advancing music

That halted at our door.

As when a fairy’s castle

Yields to a magic key,

Our door swung on the hinges

The guest was—Sympathy.

“Come in, our worthy sister,”

I heard Love then repeat;

“For happiness without you

Could never be complete.”

And while we sat together,

Weaving our garland sweet,

For many a bridal altar,

For many a burial sheet,

We heard another footstep;

And, like an angel sent,

There came and smiled upon us

The face we loved—Content.

The circle was completed—

My palace stands sublime

Still on that cloudland summit,

And laughs at threats of Time.

No curses thunder o’er us,

No heavy rains can fall;

For heaven’s open window

Slants sunshine over all.