Love in Life

Room after room,
I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her---

Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:

Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.

Yet the day wears,

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune---

Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares?

But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

 Robert Browning