LOVE IN A LIFE (Robert Browning)
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.
Yet the day wears,
And the 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!