Proud House

Marion Strobel

The house was built with pride.
The rooms are no less fine:
There is no shame to hide.
The sun comes in like wine,
The place is good inside:
Open the windows wide.
The house will be no less
When creeping flower and vine,
When wind and water-cress
Into the openings twine,
The house will be no less
Terror and loveliness.