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...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |