Poems with rhymes of stair

And rushes shall be strew'd on the stair;
So, by the black rood-stone, and by Holy St. John,
I conjure thee, my love, to be there!'-

Softly my Future climbs the Stair,
I fumble at my Childhood's prayer

What magic might be there,
The Lady of Sweet Silences
Came softly down the stair.

And must I climb a broken stair,
And must I pace a chamber bare?

As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there!

so this is the stair
where

The squeaking of the chair
The swishing of the curtain
The creaking of the stair

Thy satins make upon the stair,
'Cause never a flaw was there

As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, and pierces air

They glared as marble statues glare
Across the tessellated stair

Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

Not to forget the main thing, everywhere,
effortlessly, through this world, we’ve seen,
from top to bottom of the fatal stair,

That was only fair.
Good Sir Walter followed her,
And armed her up the stair.

As she left the attic, there,
By the rim of the bottle labelled "Ether",
And stole from stair to stair,

Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;

Like white moths trembling on the tropic air,
Or waters of the hills that softly flow
Gracefully falling down a shining stair.

And Broadway make one with that marvelous stair
That is climbed by the rainbow-clad spirits of prayer.

Though the day has begun to wear!
'What a slovenly hussif!' it will be said,
When they all go up my stair!"

Then she whose gown is gold, and gold her hair,
Swept down the golden steep straight sunbeam-stair,

Ascends some ruin's haunted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.