Appearances

And so you found that poor room dull,

Dark, hardly to your taste, my dear?

Its features seemed unbeautiful:

But this I know—'t was 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!