The Poetry Corner

Appearances

By Robert Browning

And so you found that poor room dull, Dark, hardly to your taste, my dear? Its features seemed unbeautiful: But this I know, twas there, not here, You plighted troth to me, the word Which, ask that poor room how it heard. And this rich room obtains your praise Unqualified, so bright, so fair, So all whereat perfection stays? Ay, but remember here, not there, The other word was spoken! Ask This rich room how you dropped the mask!