SEARCH, search, search For a flat that's fit for me — That's not too high nor yet too low — I would that one I'd see! From early Monday morn Till late on Saturday night I walked and talked and booked and looked — And nothing has come right! They won't take children here; Some bedrooms have no air; This one's too large and that too small — There are no set tubs there. So, it's search, search, search In mute expectancy, But the house I had with the big front yard Will never come back to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 7. TO REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER by MARK AKENSIDE |