The Sideboard

It is a high, carved sideboard made of oak.

The dark old wood, like old folks, seems kind;

Its drawers are open, and its odours

The darkness with the scent of strong old wine.

Its drawers are full, a final resting

For scented, yellowed linens, scraps of

Foe wives or children, worn and faded bows,

Grandmothers' collars made of figured lace;

There you will find old medals, locks of

Or yellow hair, and portraits, and a dried

Whose perfume mingles with the smell of fruit.- O sideboard of old, you know a great deal

And could tell us your tales, yet you stand

As we slowly open your old dark door.