My little room taught me, To withstand the failures of life... My little room taught me, To withstand the failures of life...

In my room there is a bed, My room is an institute I am its head. In my room there is a bed, My room is an institute I am its head.

The rain has ceased and in my room The sunshine pours an airy flood; The rain has ceased and in my room The sunshine pours an airy flood;

The poem describes a room of memories. The poem describes a room of memories.

The poem is a description of the Sub Rosa Room that helps people to overcome pain. The poem is a description of the Sub Rosa Room that helps people to overcome pai...

The daily sun behind my back suggested me to end, The daily sun behind my back suggested me to end,