Miss Anath's room

Good morning! "Will you walk into my parlour?" Said Miss Anath to the slave;

"'Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.

The way into my parlour Is up a winding stair;

And I have many curious things To show you when you're there."

"Oh, no, no," said the little slave;

 "To ask me is in vain; For who goes up Your winding stair Can ne'er come down again."