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.

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