OH! let us go and live in a perfectly new house— Pretty as paint and clean, so clean—where all the doors Move softly on their hinges and no broom could rouse The least faint speck of dust from off the polished floors. A little house built cheerfully without much skill, The sort we might have made ourselves, and let Golden nasturtiums tumble from each window-sill Over a box, thick-sown with peas and mignonette. And when old ghosts come clamouring, as well they may For long acquaintance sake, importunate and thin, Politely we'll throw wide the doors and bid them stay, Knowing they'll leave again as soon as they come in! Because there's not a corner where a ghost @3could@1 live, Nor secret room or nook. But when annoyed they go Quite, @3quite@1 away, safely at last, we'll make-believe, For fun, that we're as sad as other folk we know. And then we'll gaily kiss beside our new-laid fire, Where roasting chestnuts crackle and green fir-cones burn, Knowing that we have found the House of Heart's Desire Where we may live and love—with nothing more to learn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |