Four walls papered blue, Striped with tints of doubtful hue, Compass in my study. One chair, style unknown, Desk and table all give tone To my humble study. One case filled with books, Fastened to the wall with hooks, College in my study. One French full-glazed door, Open to an enrailed floor, Beautifies my study. One view unsurpassed, Hills and dales and woodlands vast, Nature in my study. One heart God-inspired, All that is for me required To complete my study. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |