It is a little world

See how many a pretty thing
I always from the cube can bring:
Chair and sofa, bench and table,
Desk to write at when I’m able,
All the household furniture,
Even baby’s bed I’m sure;
Not a few such things I see;
Stove and sideboard here can be.
Many things, both old and new,
My dear cube brings into view;
So my cube much pleases me,
Because through it so much I see.
It is a little world.

  1. ​Cubed​

I wish I knew the source.

I can't help but interpret the word "cube" in this poem as referring to a cubicle, which makes it seem a little sad.