"Why do you go to that grand hotel Of iron and marble built?" -- "I do not know -- I cannot tell -- Yet something in me could answer well If it would." And I blushed with guilt. "Try to say it," she said. "Is't the gilded roof, Or the bunches of roses red, Or the airy corridors, fire-proof, Or the servants' velvet tread?" -- "Yes, these -- but something more than these! Hush! Did you hear that sound? The corner-clock! It brings release To ghosts of underground. "No other House, no other place, Chants me these wistful rhymes That brings first love and a long-lost face And London, with their chimes." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN RUSSIA by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |