WHO comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain. Who comes? My bursting walls, can you contain The presences that now together throng Your narrow entry, as with flowers and song, As with the air of life, the breath of talk? Lo, how these fair immaculate women walk Behind their jocund maker; and we see Slighted @3De Mauves@1, and that far different she, @3Gressie@1, the trivial sphynx; and to our feast @3Daisy@1 and @3Bard@1 and @3Chancellor@1 (she not least!) With all their silken, all their airy kin, Do like unbidden angels enter in. But he, attended by these shining names, Comes (best of all) himself -- our welcome James. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER UNREALITY by MERCEDES DE ACOSTA |