COME and see us, any day; With his choicest mercies Heaven has showered my rugged way, Plenty -- as my verses. Share my home, O lonely elf, Cosiest of houses Wisely ordered, like myself! By the best of spouses. Though 't is small upon the ground, I may fairly mention Toward the sky it will be found Of sublime extension. Narrow is a city-lot, When you've truly said it; But the "stories" we have got You would scarcely credit! Though the stairs are something tall, You have but to clamber Up the fourth; "upon the wall Is the Prophet's chamber." Thence my garden you may view, Kept with costly labor, Specially for me and you, By my wealthy neighbor. Books, you hardly need be told -- Wait your welcome coming; Some I warrant -- mainly old -- Worthy of your thumbing. For the rest, I only swear, Though they're rather recent, You will find the printing fair, And the binding decent. Breakfast? -- Mutton-chops at eight (Cook will do them nicely). Dinner? -- What you choose to state, Served at two precisely. Bed? -- Delicious (not a few Were the swans who lined it) As a bachelor, like you, Could expect to find it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE THRESHOLD by ASTLEY H. BALDWIN INSCRIPTION FOR AN ICE-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CAMP-MEETING SUNDAY AT OCEAN GROVE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS PUCK'S SWEETHEART by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |