Explore "My Room" by George MacDonald on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
To G. E. M.
'Tis a little room, my friend -- / Baby walks from end to end; / All the things look sadly real / This hot noontide unideal; / Vaporous heat from cope to basement / All you see outside the casement, / Save one house all mud-becrusted, / And a street all drought-bedusted!