Appearances

And so you found that poor room dull, Dark, hardly to your taste, my Dear? Its features seemed unbeautiful: But this I know--'twas 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!