A QUIET little person lived And went her quiet way Through the unchanging tediousness Of common every day. She tended to the many things That make a house a home Instead of an abiding place Nor cared if one should come Or if she sat each night alone By her brightly burning fire If but upon her mantelpiece Some flower matched desire. And though on summer nights she roamed Beyond her garden gate, It needed no more than a star To stir her and elate. Until the shifting years passed by, Nor changed her in the least, Nor ever took away from her The imaginary feast. For her two eyes were glowing lamps And back of them there was A certain kind of temperament Which only that one has Who in his own soul finds enough To make his life complete, Nor wants his joy in packages Thrown bluntly at his feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN ON SEEING AN OLD POET IN THE CAFE ROYAL by JOHN BETJEMAN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |