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Poem by William Dean Howells


Vision


WITHIN a poor mans squalid home I stood:
The one bare chamber, where his work-worn wife
Above the stove and wash-tub passed her life,
Next the sty where they slept with all their brood.
But I saw not that sunless, breathless lair,        
The chambers sagging roof and reeking floor;
The smeared walls, broken sash, and battered door;
The foulness and forlornness everywhere.
I saw a great house with the portals wide
Upon a banquet room, and, from without,
The guests descending in a brilliant line
By the stairs statued niches, and beside
The loveliest of the gemmed and silken rout
The poor mans landlord leading down to dine.



William Dean Howells


William Dean Howells's other poems:
  1. The Song the Oriole Sings
  2. In Earliest Spring
  3. The Two Wives
  4. The Sarcastic Fair
  5. By the Sea


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Joyce Kilmer Vision ("Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces")

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