THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, Built as it has been in our waning years, A rest afforded to our weary feet, Preliminary to--the last retreat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART RECONCILIATION by WALT WHITMAN MUSIC OF HUNGARY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE CUCKOO by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE STEPS OF THE COMMANDER by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |