THE grass around my limbs is deep and sweet; 
Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly, 
The blinds are dropped, and softly now and slowly 
The day flows in and floats; a calm retreat 
Of temper'd light where fair things fair things meet; 
White busts and marble Dian make it holy, 
Within a niche hangs Durer's "Melancholy" 
Brooding; and, should you enter, there will greet 
Your sense with vague allurement effluence faint 
Of one magnolia bloom; fair fingers draw 
From the piano Chopin's heart-complaint; 
Alone, white-robed she sits; a fierce macaw 
On the verandah, proud of plume and paint, 
Screams, insolent despot, showing beak and claw.