Appearances

And so you found that poor room dull,

Dark, hardly to your taste, my dear?

Its features seemed unbeautiful:

But this I know -- 't was there, not here,

You plighted troth to me, the word

Which -- ask that poor room how it heard.

And this rich room obtains your praise

Unqualified, -- so bright, so fair,

So all whereat perfection stays?

Ay, but remember -- here, not there,

The other word was spoken! Ask

This rich room how you dropped the mask.