ASSUME that we are friends. Assume A common taste for old costume, -- Old pictures, -- books. Then dream us sitting -- Us two -- in some soft-lighted room. Outside, the wind; -- the 'ways are mire.' We, with our faces toward the fire, Finished the feast not full but fitting, Watch the light-leaping flames aspire. Silent at first, in time we glow; Discuss 'eclectics', high and low; Inspect engravings, 'twixt us passing The fancies of DETROY, MOREAU; 'Reveils' and 'Couchers', 'Balls' and 'Fetes'; Anon we glide to 'crocks' and plates, Grow eloquent on glaze and classing, And half-pathetic over 'states.' Then I produce my Prize, in truth; -- Six groups in SEVRES, fresh as Youth, And rare as Love. You pause, you wonder, (Pretend to doubt the marks, forsooth!) And so we fall to why and how The fragile figures smile and bow; Divine, at length, the fable under... Thus grew the 'Scenes' that follow now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE POET AND HIS BOOK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE GOOD LUCK by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN TWO HELPERS by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT UNCLE SIMON AND UNCLE JIM by CHARLES FARRAR BROWNE FRAGMENT OF AN ORATORIO FROM THE BOOK OF JOB by THOMAS CAMPBELL |