Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLD ATTIC ROOM, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: On the roof the rain is falling Last Line: Safe, securely safe we felt. Subject(s): Attics | ||||||||
On the roof the rain is falling, And with wistful eyes I gaze Backward to the scenes of childhood, Gone by, happy, dreamy days. I can see the old stone mansion With its square built spacious rooms, And its wide and ample porches Twined with honey-suckle blooms. But my mind is over-shadowed With a bit of grief and gloom, As my fancy takes me onward To the low-roofed attic-room. Barrels full of time-worn papers And books in this attic stood, Trinkets strangely old and curious, Filled great chests of cedar wood. Furniture was there all broken. So old-fashioned, strange and queer, Ruffled, silken petticoats, And grotesquely-shaped head-gear. Among this old and cast-off rubbish Lots of fun I oft have seen, With my brothers, Frank and Willie, And my sister Josephine. Not for all the wealth of Croesus, Nor for castle walls of kings Would I change that low-roofed attic, With its queer old-fashioned things. For a wealth of pure enjoyment Round that attic-room was wound, Which through all the years that followed Nowhere in the world I've found. Brothers, sisters, we are parted, From that home we're far away; With its weather-beaten attic, -- Ah, we're far from it to-day. Oft in those days I've mentioned 'Neath its rafters brown we dwelt, Where from pelting rain and hail storm Safe, securely safe we felt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ATTIC AND ITS NAILS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE IN THE ATTIC OF MY DREAMS by MARGE PIERCY OUR MOON'S AN ATTIC USED FOR STORAGE SPACE by DAWSON POWELL TO MY GOOD MASTER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A GOOD-BYE by EFFIE WALLER SMITH |
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