Classic Poem

I have found such joy in simple things;
— A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
— The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door.

I have found such joy in things that fill
— My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my window sill,
— A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,
And books I long have loved beside me there.

Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
— Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
— That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things — old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.

I have found such joy in simple things;
— A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
— The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door.

I have found such joy in things that fill
— My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my window sill,
— A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,
And books I long have loved beside me there.

Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
— Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
— That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things — old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.