STRANGE the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown -- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known. In this house with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease? On from room to room I stray, Yet my Host can ne'er espy, And I know not to this day Whether guest or captive I. So, betwixt the starry dome And the floor of plains and seas, I have never felt at home, Never wholly been at ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL THERE WILL BE STARS by SARA TEASDALE CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE BELISARIUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |