THEN, as day followed day, she sat in the hall in case any mortal should happen to call; but nobody came, because no one was able to enter the house with the little white gable. And even the post, and the taxes and rates passed by without trying the little white gates. And, indeed, there were many who, since it was small and beautiful, said it was not there at all. She summoned the butler at last in despair, but all he would do was to leap in the air; while the maid (when at last they had wakened her) said, "Well, what is the matter with staying in bed?" And the cook, who was found eating cheese on the shelf, believed in one's keeping one's self to one's self. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE RIVER-GOD'S SONG by FRANCIS BEAUMONT CHRISTMAS EVE, 1917 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |