Behind the Arras
Behind the Arras A Book of the Unseen
By Bliss Carman
With Designs by T. B. Meteyard
Boston and New York
Lamson, Wolffe, and Company M·DCCC·XC·V
Copyright, 1895. by Lamson, Wolffe, & Co. All rights reserved.
Contents
To G. H. B.
“I shut myself in with my soul, And the shapes come eddying forth.”
Behind the Arras
I like the old house tolerably well,
Where I must dwell
Like a familiar gnome;
And yet I never shall feel quite at home:
I love to roam.
Day after day I loiter and explore
From door to door;
So many treasures lure
The curious mind. What histories obscure
They must immure!
I hardly know which room I care for best;
This fronting west,
With the strange hills in view,
Where the great sun goes,—where I may go too,
When my lease is through,—
Or this one for the morning and the east,
Where a man may feast
His eyes on looming sails,
And be the first to catch their foreign hails
