I rather love a drab street, Shabby doors and all, Windows showing dusty dolls, Fruit and flower stall, Many children, many dogs; Here my own heart sings For the poetry it knows, Love, and lovely things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND THE OMINOUS TIMES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |