AND so you found that poor room dull, Dark, hardly to your taste, my dear? Its features seemed unbeautiful: But this I know -- 't was there, not here, You plighted troth to me, the word Which -- ask that poor room how it heard. And this rich room obtains your praise Unqualified, -- so bright, so fair, So all whereat perfection stays? Ay, but remember -- here, not there, The other word was spoken! -- Ask This rich room how you dropped the mask! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE PROEM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN A SPRING GROVE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES |