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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TEAKETTLE SONG, by OLIVE LAVENA MURPHY First Line: Oft, late at night, when all are asleep Last Line: And the wee, weird song that the teakettle sings. Subject(s): Noises; Teapots | |||
Oft, late at night, when all are asleep, Through the still house I silently creep. Back to my kitchen I love to go; There on the fire the bright coals glow, Shadows dance and little lights play On the ceiling and floor in a fanciful way; And I list to a song that my kitchen brings, The wee, weird song that the teakettle sings. I linger awhile and muse of the times This song has been sung in many climes, At firesides great, or humble and small, But the same queer song sung to them all Since long years ago, when the center of home Was an open fireplace and a sacred hearthstone. Such thoughts as these my kitchen brings, And the wee, weird song that the teakettle sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PEWTER TEA-KETTLE by MABEL KINGSLEY RICHARDSON PREGNANT TEAPOT by JACK ANDERSON SOMETIMES THE TEAKETTLE RATTLES by JAMES HARRISON FRAGRANCE OF THE TEAPOT' by KENNETH REXROTH THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION by WILLIAM COWPER SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING LOVE POSTPONED by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT |
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