The grass around my limbs is deep and sweet; Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly, The blinds are dropped, and softly now and slowly The day flows in and floats; a calm retreat Of tempered light where fair things fair things meet; White busts and marble Dian make it holy, Within a niche hangs Drer's Melancholy Brooding; and, should you enter, there will greet Your sense with vague allurement effluence faint Of one magnolia bloom; fair fingers draw From the piano Chopin's heart-complaint; Alone, white-robed she sits; a fierce macaw On the verandah, proud of plume and paint, Screams, insolent despot, showing beak and claw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 6 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH DEBORAH LEE by WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH PICKING SKULLS AT VERDUN by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS THE THREE BLACK CROWS; SPOKEN AT THE FREE GRAMMAR SCHOOL IN MANCHESTER by JOHN BYROM |