I think of it now as our corner of Heaven -- The little apartment at Number Eleven! How boldly we leased it, without one misgiving! How laughingly challenged the Problems of Living! Rejecting all counsel, and scorning the censure That elders bestowed on our reckless adventure. Like two merry children we played at housekeeping, -- And you did the dusting and I did the sweeping. No palace was ever so tastefully furnished, Nor ever was silver more ardently burnished. Our kitchen was cleanly beyond a suspicion; The table and chair in my study were Mission; A Chippendale desk was your chiefest of treasures, And few were our worries, and simple our pleasures; Not even the dishes were ever too trying, For I did the washing and you did the drying. We labored, we sorrowed, we triumphed together; We mapped our own life-path, regardless of whether Our course was the same that the world was pursuing, For little we bothered what others were doing. And now we have servants, and needs to employ them, And manifold comforts, and well we enjoy them; -- But -- we were the blithest of wedded beginners, When I got the breakfasts and you cooked the dinners! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG THE JEWISH MARTYRS by W. V. B. WALT WHITMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) QUESTION AND ANSWER by MATHILDE BLIND TWO POINTS OF VIEW: 1 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE WAYFARERS by RUPERT BROOKE RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING |