WELL may'st thou halt -- and gaze with brightening eye! [or, Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!] The lovely Cottage in the guardian nook Hath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook, Its own small pasture, almost its own sky! But covet not the Abode; -- forbear to sigh, As many do, repining while they look; Intruders -- who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf, with harsh impiety. Think what the home must be if it were thine, Even thine, though few thy wants! -- Roof, window, door, The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, The roses to the porch which they entwine: Yea, all, that now enchants thee, from the day On which it should be touched, would melt away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING REMEMBERED MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL GORMFLAITH'S SONG, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SERAPH AND THE POET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MEMORIES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 2 by JOHN BYROM |