I. <br /> <br />Room after room, <br />I hunt the house through <br />We inhabit together. <br />Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her--- <br />Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her <br />Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! <br />As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew: <br />Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather. <br /> <br /> II. <br /> <br />Yet the day wears, <br />And door succeeds door; <br />I try the fresh fortune--- <br />Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. <br />Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter. <br />Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares? <br />But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore, <br />Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-a-life/
