by Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)

I wandered through a house of many rooms
Language: English 
I wandered through a house of many rooms.
It grew darker and darker,
Until, at last, I could only find my way
By passing my fingers along the wall.
Suddenly my hand shot through an open window,
And the thorn of a rose I could not see
Pricked it so sharply
That I cried aloud.

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This text was added to the website: 2014-03-25
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Word count: 55