My trunk brought home the silken shawl, The buckles and the hose; My trunk brought home the etchings And the lovely silken rose; It brought the wrought-iron book-ends And the gilded leather frame And the little silver statue Of the Faun without a name. My heart, all weighted down with bliss, Came home close-packed with lists, like this: -- "Black barges on the Danube; The swallows over Rome; The yellow walls of Avignon, The stone steps and the Dom; "The beach at Scheveningen; The castles on the Rhine; The china shop at Derby; The English eglantine; "The little squares at Venice; The bookstalls by the Seine And the happy flower markets Along the Madeleine --" It's day and night And dusk and dawn That list goes on And on and on -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVALIER TUNES: GIVE A ROUSE THEN FOR THE CLINIC by ROBERT BROWNING A SOLILOQUY; OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER by WALTER HARTE IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) KING EDWARD THE THIRD by WILLIAM BLAKE CUPID IN AMBUSH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE BLESSED HANDS OF SLEEP by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH REMARKS ON DR. BROWN'S 'ESTIMATE OF THE MANNERS OF THE TIMES' by JOHN BYROM |