Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Natural Magic - Poem by Robert Browning

All I can say is--I saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady,--I swear,
From the head to the foot of her--well, quite as bare!
'No Nautch shall cheat me,' said I, 'taking my stand
At this bolt which I draw!' And this bolt--I withdraw it,
And there laughs the lady, not bare, but embowered
With--who knows what verdure, o'erfruited, o'erflowered?
Impossible! Only--I saw it!

All I can sing is--I feel it!
This life was as blank as that room;
I let you pass in here. Precaution, indeed?
Walls, ceiling, and floor,--not a chance for a weed!
Wide opens the entrance: where's cold, now, where's gloom?
No May to sow seed here, no June to reveal it,
Behold you enshrined in these blooms of your bringing,
These fruits of your bearing--nay, birds of your winging!
A fairy-tale! Only--I feel it!


Comments about Natural Magic by Robert Browning

  • Rajendra RoutRajendra Rout (11/1/2018 11:40:00 PM)

    Lovely poem shired
    I enjoy this poem
    Thanks for sharing
    (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Bhagabat Prasad HottaBhagabat Prasad Hotta (11/1/2018 10:27:00 PM)

    SO GREAT POEM SIR......I LIKE THIS POEM..... (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 2 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



[Report Error]