ALL I can say is -- I saw it! The room was as bare as your hand. I locked in the swarth little lady, -- I swear, From the head to the foot of her -- well, quite as bare! "No Nautch shall cheat me," said I, "taking my stand At this bolt which I draw!" And this bolt -- I withdraw it, And there laughs the lady, not bare, but embowered With -- who knows what verdure, o'erfruited, o'erflowered? Impossible! Only -- I saw it! All I can sing is -- I feel it! This life was as blank as that room; I let you pass in here. Precaution, indeed? Walls, ceiling and floor, -- not a chance for a weed! Wide opens the entrance: where's cold now, where's gloom? No May to sow seed here, no June to reveal it. Behold you enshrined in these blooms of your bringing, These fruits of your bearing -- nay, birds of your winging! A fairy-tale! Only -- I feel it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE ANGEL'S WHISPER by SAMUEL LOVER THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD |