SEARCH, search, search For a flat that's fit for me — That's not too high nor yet too low — I would that one I'd see! From early Monday morn Till late on Saturday night I walked and talked and booked and looked — And nothing has come right! They won't take children here; Some bedrooms have no air; This one's too large and that too small — There are no set tubs there. So, it's search, search, search In mute expectancy, But the house I had with the big front yard Will never come back to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY JOSEPH'S COAT by GEORGE HERBERT SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO EIGHT VOLUNTEERS by LANSING C. BAILEY NEWS OF THE WORLD: 2 by GEORGE BARKER |