Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY LITTLE HOUSE, by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON Poet's Biography First Line: My house is little, but warm enough Last Line: And sing, and keep house together. Subject(s): Contentment; Houses | ||||||||
My house is little, but warm enough When the skies of Sorrow are snowing; It holds me safe from the tempest rough, When the winds of Despair are blowing. Its rafters come from the woods of Praise, Its walls from the quarry of Prayer, And not one echo, on stormy days, Can trouble the stillness there. The floor is bare, but the joists are strong With Faith from the heavenly hill; My lamp is Love, and the whole year long It burns unquenchable still. With sweet Content is my hearth well lit, And there, in the darkest weather, Hope and I by the fire can sit, And sing, and keep house together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO-RIVER LEDGER by KHALED MATTAWA SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 3 by CONRAD AIKEN FOR THE REBUILDING OF A HOUSE by WENDELL BERRY JERONIMO'S HOUSE by ELIZABETH BISHOP MENDING THE ADOBE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FAIRY THRALL by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON THE TRYST OF THE NIGHT by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON |
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