Christopher Morley (5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)
TO make this little house my very own
Could not be done by law alone.
Though covenant and deed convey
Absolute fee, as lawyers say,
There are domestic rites beside
By which this house is sanctified.
By kindled fire upon the hearth,
By planted pansies in the garth,
By food, and by the quiet rest
Of those brown eyes that I love best,
And by a friends bright gift of wine,
I dedicate this house of mine.
When all but I are soft abed
I trail about my quiet stead
A wreath of blue tobacco smoke
(A charm that evil never broke)
And bring my ritual to an end
By giving shelter to a friend.
This done, O dwelling, you become
Not just a house, but truly Home!
Christopher Morley's Other Poems
- Animal Crackers
- At the Mermaid Caffeteria
- Ballade of a horoscope
- Burning Leaves in Spring
- Burning Leaves, November
- Caught in the Undertow
- Dedication for a Fireplace
- Elegy Written in a Country Coal-Bin
- Hymn to the Dairymaids on Beacon Street
- Inscription For A Grammar
- On Naming a House
- Only a Matter of Time
- Our House
- Reading Aloud
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