Here in my lone heart I have made
A playroom worthy of your love,
With yellow walls, a frieze above,
A tall lamp with a golden shade,
And old prints hung on picture-hooks,
Red window-curtains, chairs straight-backed,
An acting chest, a cupboard stacked
With ragged treasures, story-books
Jostling the grammars on the shelves,
A chipped white service set for three,