AND so you found that poor room dull, Dark, hardly to your taste, my dear? Its features seemed unbeautiful: But this I know -- 't was there, not here, You plighted troth to me, the word Which -- ask that poor room how it heard. And this rich room obtains your praise Unqualified, -- so bright, so fair, So all whereat perfection stays? Ay, but remember -- here, not there, The other word was spoken! -- Ask This rich room how you dropped the mask! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE THE LAST RAFT by JOSEPH V. ADAMS WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 4 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE VOICE FROM GALILEE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE DRYAD by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |