Room 37

 

 

Room 37

This is the room where Robin lies,
Robin with the knowing eyes.
Robin lying still as still,
Only moving eyes and will.
Do you hear the feathered thing
That perches in your soul to sing?
Will you arise and go with me
In your heart’s core to Innisfree?
In my mind I see you there,
Apple blossoms in your hair.
How beautiful can beauty be?