Interior

It sheds a shy solemnity,

This lamp in our poor room.

O grey and gold amenity, —

Silence and gentle gloom!

Wide from the world, a stolen hour

We claim, and none may know

How love blooms like a tardy flower

Here in the day's after-glow.

And even should the world break in

With jealous threat and guile,

The world, at last, must bow and win

Our pity and a smile.