The Sun Room

From snow-bound paths and shortened afternoons One step to summer warmth's beatitude, The desert's balm, the Orient's opulence! A buckskin wall, a poppy-golden floor, Tables and benches bold in lacquer red, A Zuni blanket, Indian pottery, And gorgeous chintz gay with great fabulous birds,— All glowing life. Outside as day burns low, Within his rocky hollow the gray brook Makes iridescent frost-work where it runs Through the blue snow; while o'er the purpling ridge Where black woods stand against a pale jade sky, Between two oaks a Mandarin-orange sun Hangs like a Chinese gong immense and still.