WHO comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain. Who comes? My bursting walls, can you contain The presences that now together throng Your narrow entry, as with flowers and song, As with the air of life, the breath of talk? Lo, how these fair immaculate women walk Behind their jocund maker; and we see Slighted @3De Mauves@1, and that far different she, @3Gressie@1, the trivial sphynx; and to our feast @3Daisy@1 and @3Bard@1 and @3Chancellor@1 (she not least!) With all their silken, all their airy kin, Do like unbidden angels enter in. But he, attended by these shining names, Comes (best of all) himself -- our welcome James. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON A NICE CORRESPONDENT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LINES WRITTEN ... ONE WHO HAD WATCHED .. AMERICAN & FRENCH REVOLUTIONS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EPITAPH ON A CAT by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |