I have compassion on the carpeting, And on your back I have compassion too. The splendid Brussels web is suffering In the dimmed lustre of each glowing hue; And you the everlasting altering Of your position with strange aches must rue. Behold, I come the carpet to preserve, And save your spine from a continual curve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING IDEA: 14. TO TIME by MICHAEL DRAYTON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 8. THE CABLE HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO BESSIE HAWES, MAY QUEEN by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD THE WOLD WAGGON by WILLIAM BARNES |