From the Book of Valentines

by Bliss Carman


 

THE MANSION


 

I thought it chill and lonesome,
And too far from the road 
For an ideal dwelling, 
When here I first abode.

But yesterday a lodger 

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Smiled as she passed my door, 
With mien of gay contentment 
That lured me to explore.

Unerringly she leads me,
Compassionate and wise,

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Soul of immortal beauty
Wearing the mortal guise.

She knows from sill to attic
The great house through and through,
Its treasures of the ages,

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Surprises ever new.

From room to room I follow,
Entranced with each in turn,
Enchanted by each wonder
She bids my look discern.

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She names them: here is First-love,
A chamber by the sea;
Here in a flood of noonday
Is spacious Charity.

Here is a cell, Devotion;

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And lonely Courage here,
Where child-deserted windows
Look on the Northern year;

Friendship and Faith and Gladness,
Fragrant of air and bloom,

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Where one might spend a lifetime
Secure from fear of gloom.

And often as we wander,
I fancy we have neared
The Master of the Mansion,

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Who has not yet appeared.