Room after room, |
I hunt the house through |
We inhabit together. |
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt
find her― |
Next time, herself!―not
the trouble behind her |
Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume! |
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath
blossomed anew : |
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of
her feather.
|
Yet the day wears, |
And door succeeds door; |
I try the fresh fortune― |
Range the wide house from the wing to the
centre. |
Still the same chance! She goes out as I
enter. |
Spend my whole day in the quest,―who cares? |
But ’tis twilight, you see,―with such
suites to explore, |
Such closets to search, such alcoves to
importune!
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Robert Browning
| Classic Poems |
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