Cynthia's room is white and green, It's spick and span, calm and serene; The drapes are silk, the curtains lace, And everything is in its place. The dresser drawers are all shut tight, Unseemly objects are hid from sight. The room has peace and quiet and rest, It certainly does look its best -- When there's no Cynthia about. Cynthia's room's still white and green, But it's no longer calm, serene: A hat flung here, a scarf flung there, An evening dress across a chair. With books piled high upon the bed And dresser scarf all streaked with red. But the room has life and joy and zest, And that's the way I like it best -- For then there's Cynthia about. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HORACE TO LEUCONOE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |