All I can say isI saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady, I swear,
From the head to the foot of herwell, quite as bare!
"No Nautch shall cheat me, " said I, "taking my stand
At this bolt which I draw!" And this boltI withdraw it,
And there laughs the lady, not bare, but embowered
Withwho knows what verdure, o'erfruited, o'erflowered?
Impossible! OnlyI saw it! All I can sing isI feel it!
This life was as blank as that room;
I let you pass in here. Precaution, indeed?
Walls, ceiling, and floor, not a chance for a weed!
Wide opens the entrance: where's cold, now, where's gloom?
No May to sow seed here, no June to reveal it,
Behold you enshrined in these blooms of your bringing,
These fruits of your bearingnay, birds of your winging!
A fairy-tale! OnlyI feel it!