Edward Dowden - An Interior lyrics

The gra** around my limbs is deep and sweet; Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly, The blinds are dropped, and softly now and slowly The day flows in and floats; a calm retreat Of tempered light where fair things fair things meet; White busts and marble Dian make it holy, Within a niche hangs Durer's Melancholy Brooding; and, should you enter, there will greet Your sense with vague allurement effluence faint Of one magnolia bloom; fair fingers draw From the piano Chopin's heart-complaint; Alone, white-robed she sits; a fierce macaw On the verandah, proud of plume and paint, Screams, insolent despot, showing beak and claw.