STRANGE the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown -- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known. In this house with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease? On from room to room I stray, Yet my Host can ne'er espy, And I know not to this day Whether guest or captive I. So, betwixt the starry dome And the floor of plains and seas, I have never felt at home, Never wholly been at ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON |