I came from other labor, other times, And other houses, half a fugitive Till then round earth. I sought a place to live, After my needs: a table for my rhymes And books, a bed for sleep, for human sleep, A friendly household, that would let me roam Its grass and porches, like a man at home -- Yet yield (O prose of life!) its roof-tree cheap. I wandered, hunting, many a pleasant lane And highway under elms in arching rows, And many a brick-paved court, with saplings set And lilacs, rang at many doors in vain, Whose housewives smiled . . . until, toward day's bright close, I spied a placard: "Attic room to let." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |