HALF loving-kindliness and half disdain, Thou comest to my call serenely suave, With humming speech and gracious gestures grave, In salutation courtly and urbane; Yet must I humble me thy grace to gain, For wiles may win thee though no arts enslave, And nowhere gladly thou abidest save Where naught disturbs the concord of thy reign. Sphinx of my quiet hearth! who deign'st to dwell Friend of my toil, companion of mine ease, Thine is the lore of Ra and Rameses; That men forget dost thou remember well, Beholden still in blinking reveries With sombre, sea-green gaze inscrutable. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WALT WHITMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON |