THIS is my dream, to have you on a day Of beating rain and sullen clouds of gloom, Here with me, in the old familiar room, Watching the logs, beneath the flames' swift play, Burst into strange conceits of bud and bloom. The things we know about us here and there, The books we love half-read on floor and knee, The stein the Dutchman brought from over-sea, Standing invitingly beside your chair; The while we quote and talk and -- disagree. Rebuild the castles that we reared in Spain, Re-read the poet that our childhood knew, With eyes that meet when some quaint thought rings true -- O friend, for some such day of cheer and rain, Books, and the dear companionship of you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 6. HYMN TO CHEERFULNESS by MARK AKENSIDE THE PRODIGAL'S BROTHER SPEAKS by BESS SAMUEL AYRES |