But, ah! before he came You were only a name: Four little rooms and a cupboard Without a bone, And I was alone! Now with your windows wide Everything from outside Of sun and flower and loveliness Comes in to hide, To play, to laugh on the stairs, To catch unawares Our childish happiness, And to glide Through the four little rooms on tip-toe With lifted finger, Pretending we shall not know When the shutters are shut That they still linger Long, long after. Lying close in the dark He says to me: "Hark, Isn't that laughter?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE THE WHEELING WORLD by JAMES ROBERT ALLEN THE WIRES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |