ROOM after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her -- Next time, herself! -- not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew: You looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather. Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune -- Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter. Spend my whole day in the quest, -- who cares? But 't is twilight, you see, -- with such suites to explore, Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON |