My trunk brought home the silken shawl, The buckles and the hose; My trunk brought home the etchings And the lovely silken rose; It brought the wrought-iron book-ends And the gilded leather frame And the little silver statue Of the Faun without a name. My heart, all weighted down with bliss, Came home close-packed with lists, like this: -- "Black barges on the Danube; The swallows over Rome; The yellow walls of Avignon, The stone steps and the Dom; "The beach at Scheveningen; The castles on the Rhine; The china shop at Derby; The English eglantine; "The little squares at Venice; The bookstalls by the Seine And the happy flower markets Along the Madeleine --" It's day and night And dusk and dawn That list goes on And on and on -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILDREN by CHARLES MONROE DICKINSON AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE DOST THOU ASK? by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |