northernwalker

"I like this room. It seems to bless,
With warm and gentle graciousness,
The life within. It lets me be
Myself. It sets my spirit free.

Some rooms I know are hard as stone,
And seem to cry, "Alone ! Alone !"
While others, rich as velvet is,
Seem full of restless presences.

But here these things my heart enfold:
Good books long-loved,—kind chairs and old,—
Warm sunshine where we need it most,—
Gay flowers in a friendly host.

And is it then so small a thing
To build a room where life shall sing
And love through years of quiet bliss?
Some day I'll have a room like this."