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Poem “The Room Beneath the Rafters” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryElla Wheeler WilcoxPoems by Ella Wheeler WilcoxPoems of reflection
< < < New Orleans, 1885
My Comrade > > >


The Room Beneath the Rafters


Sometimes when I have dropped to sleep,
  Draped in a soft luxurious gloom,
Across my drowsing mind will creep
  The memory of another room,
Where resinous knots in roof boards made
A frescoing of light and shade,
And sighing poplars brushed their leaves
Against the humbly sloping eaves.

Again I fancy, in my dreams,
  I’m lying in my trundle bed;
I seem to see the bare old beams
  And unhewn rafters overhead;
The hornet’s shrill falsetto hum
I hear again, and see him come
Forth from his dark-walled hanging house,
Dressed in his black and yellow blouse.

There, summer dawns, in sleep I stirred,
  And wove into my fair dream’s woof
The chattering of a martin bird,
  Or rain-drops pattering on the roof.
Or half awake, and half in fear,
I saw the spider spinning near
His pretty castle where the fly
Should come to ruin by-and-by.

And there I fashioned from my brain
  Youth’s shining structures in the air,
I did not wholly build in vain,
  For some were lasting, firm and fair.
And I am one who lives to say
My life has held more good than gray,
And that the splendor of the real
Surpassed my early dream’s ideal.

But still I love to wander back
  To that old time and that old place;
To tread my way o’er Memory’s track,
  And catch the early morning grace,
In that quaint room beneath the rafter,
That echoed to my childish laughter;
To dream again the dreams that grew
More beautiful as they came true.


< < < New Orleans, 1885
My Comrade > > >

American LiteratureAmerican PoetryElla Wheeler WilcoxPoems by Ella Wheeler WilcoxPoems of reflection


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