Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SANCTA URSULA, by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY Poet's Biography First Line: This is her room; this is her narrow bed Last Line: Since all her dreams start here or here abide. Subject(s): Carpaccio, Victore (1460-1525); Paintings & Painters | ||||||||
This is her room; this is her narrow bed Whereon each night her golden hair is spread. This is her glass wherein each morn she looks; These are her pictures; these are all her books. These are her trinkets, trophies girlish, gay; These are the toys she touches every day. This is her desk whereat she sits to write Letters that make the day that brings them bright. These are her fish that swim in water clear; This is her winged Love she most holds dear. This is her rug her eager feet have pressed; This is her chair wherein she sinks to rest When wearied with some simple task or pleasure. This is her clock whose hands her young hours measure; These are her walls that hold her heart at home. These are her windows, tempting her to roam. This is, in fine, her world; no world more wide, Since all her dreams start here or here abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1801: AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE ENVOY TO CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD HOWARD VENETIAN INTERIOR, 1889 by RICHARD HOWARD THERE IS A GOLD LIGHT IN CERTAIN OLD PAINTINGS by DONALD JUSTICE DUTCH INTERIORS by JANE KENYON INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CHINA PAINTERS by TED KOOSER ELEGY FOR SOL LEWITT by ANN LAUTERBACH ON THE SEPARATION OF ADAM AND EVE by TIMOTHY LIU AUTUMN by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY |
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