I remember rooms that have had their part
In the steady slowing down of the heart.
The room in Paris, the room at Geneva,
The little damp room with the seaweed smell,
And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide—
Rooms where for good or for ill—things died.
These are exotic locations that may represent love affairs, travel or perhaps emotional experiences. It was unusual for unmarried women to travel in late Victorian and early twentieth century, and the speaker may be indulging her imagination or remembering real events. Paris, particularly, is a city of romance and perhaps clandestine love affairs.
Rooms