The room is open to the turquoise sky; No place at all: coffers and hutches! And the birthwort on the wall outside Is all aquiver with hobgoblin gums. Intrigues of jinn for sure, This vain disorder and expense! It's the African fairy who supplies Mulberry, and cobwebs in the corners. They enter, godmothers in a huff In shafts of light on the buffets, Then stay! And the couple rushes out Quite scatterbrained, and nothing done. The bridegroom, like the wind, which In his absence robs him. Even the evil water sprites come in, Roaming around the alcove's province. At night their friend, Oh the honeymoon! Will cull their smile and fill With a thousand copper bands the sky. There's the sly rat to cope with too. If only no @3ignis fatuus@1 darts in, Like the shot of a gun after vespers! -O holy white Ghosts of Bethlehem Charm the blue of their window instead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHURCHILL'S GRAVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES |