Love in a Life
by Robert BrowningRoom 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 gleamed 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 suits to explore, Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!