A thousand rooms in a beautiful home For men and women who like to roam. Hundreds of unseen feet and hands Ready to rush at slightest commands. A million dreams of a journey's end A haven to thousands who have a friend. Rivers of tears and grim despair, To tens of thousands who anchor there. Happiness -- loneliness -- side by side. Each has his alcove -- each has his pride. And whom shall know the good or bad And which are happy and which are sad? A thousand doors -- all barred to me. This home is a grotesque fantasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE ACTION by WILLIAM NOEL HODGSON ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY: THE HYMN by JOHN MILTON HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |