NOW that the chill October day is declining, Pull the blinds, draw each voluminous curtain Till the room is full of gloom and of the uncertain Gleams of firelight on polished edges shining. Then bring the rosy lamp to its wonted station On the dark-gleaming table. In that soft splendour Well-known things of the room, grown deep and tender, Gather around, a mysterious congregation:— Pallid sheen of silver, the bright brass fender, The wine-red pool of carpet, the bowl of roses Lustrous-hearted, crimsons and purples looming From dusky rugs and curtains. Nothing discloses The unseen walls but the broken, richly-glooming Gold of frames and opulent wells of mingling Dim colours gathered in darkened mirrors. And breaking The dreamlike spell and out of your deep chair moving You go, perhaps, to the shelves and, slowly singling Some old rich-blazoned book, return. But the gleaming Spells close round you again and you fall to dreaming, Eyes grow dim, the book on your lap unheeded. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI THE MOCKING BIRD by SIDNEY LANIER BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES HEBREW MELODY by MRS. JAMES GORDEN BROOKS TO HER WHO PASSES by MAURICE BROWNE FROM THE VALLEY by HENRY T. CHAMBERS TO THE STATE OF LOVE; OR THE SENSES' FESTIVAL by JOHN CLEVELAND |