O WIND, you will not break my house; Though you come to my house in bodily form, Though you tramp on the doorstep and over the stone, Though you knock on my roof and my window with storm. O Wind, though you lift your mischievous hand, Rubbing your smooth palm over my door, Though your elbows nudge the wall of my room, Though you hum with contentment over my floor, -- O Wind, you will not break my house; Your mirth will not shake the resting beams; For a slow and a careful Carpenter Built me my house, -- my house of dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 7. AL-MAUMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD POSTHUMOUS by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS |