Sunday Morning Poetry

her mind lives in a quiet room,
a narrow room, and tall,
with pretty lamps to quench the gloom
and mottoes on the wall.

there all the things are waxen neat
and set in decorous lines;
and there are posies, round and sweet,
and little, straightened vines.

her mind lives tidily, apart
from cold and noise and pain,
and bolts the door agains t her heart,
out wailing in the rain.

~ from a retelling of Grimm's Red Riding Hood

Art by Daniel Egneus. Read about this gorgeous book here. Poem first discovered here.