Love In A Life

By Robert Browning

I.

Room after room,

I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—-

Next time, herself!—-not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:

Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.

II.

Yet the day wears,

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune—-

Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,—-who cares?

But 'tis twilight, you see,—-with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!