(1812-1889 / London / England)

Love In A Life

I.

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 gleaned at the wave of her feather.

II.

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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great rate 10++++++++++++++++++++++++
Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter. Spend my whole day in the quest, - -who cares? great
Love is mystery, yet truth. A romantic search of Love throughout the Life, an extraordinary poem from an extraordinary poet. Chandan .
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