| 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.
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| 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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