(O little white feet of mine) Out in the storm and the rain you fly; (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) Can the children hear my cry? (O little white feet of mine) Never a child in the whole great town; (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) Lights out and the blinds pulled down. (O little white feet of mine) Never a light on a window pane, (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) And the wild wet cry of the rain. (O little white feet of mine) Shall I never again be still? (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) And away over valley and hill. (O little white feet of mine) Children, children, open the door! (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) And the wind shrieks Nevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH [DECEMBER 22, 1864] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 38 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TRUST YOU MUST by JULIUS C BRUTTO |