At home alone, O Nomades, Although Maecenas' marble frieze Stand not between you and the sky, Nor Persian luxury supply Its rosy surfeit, find ye ease. Tempt not the far AEgean breeze; With home-made wine and books that please, To duns and bores the door deny At home, alone. Strange joys may lure. Your deities Smile here alone. Oh, give me these: Low eaves, where birds familiar fly, And peace of mind, and, fluttering by, My Lydia's graceful draperies, At home, alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE V-A-S-E by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |