Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away. How fair on looking back, the Day We sauntered from the Door - Unconscious our returning, But discover it no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CONCLUSION OF A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. C --. by MARY BARBER |