This is a friendly house -- It stretches out, Great loving arms and clasps Them close about. But yesterday I went Along a street Seeking a house my heart Rejoiced to meet. Coldly, so many stood, Hands pinioned down, And then this one here at The edge of town. Even the weed-choked path Bade me good-day And all the windows smiled, The friendliest way! I can live here and be At home, my peace, Twofold, too truly deep, Ever to cease. When I come in I'll say A welcome and My house will answer me, Will understand. This is a friendly house, I can not tell Just why or how, I know, By rote or bell. But 'tis a friendly place -- And oh to me Comfort and dreams and more -- A home -- shall be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUTH COUNTRY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE OENONE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ADMONITION by FREDERIKA BLACKNER DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 7. FAREWELL TO WHITE-NIGHTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |