Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond flowers, The wind is shaking the almond tree. How little I thought, a year ago, In the horrible cottage upon the Lee That he and I should be sitting so And sipping a cup of camomile tea. Light as feathers the witches fly, The horn of the moon is plain to see; By a firefly under a jonquil flower A goblin toasts a bumble-bee. We might be fifty, we might be five, So snug, so compact, so wise are we! Under the kitchen-table leg My knee is pressing against his knee. Our shutters are shut, the fire is low, The tap is dripping peacefully; The saucepan shadows on the wall Are black and round and plain to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM YEARNING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE BOCCACCIO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CINQUAIN: NIGHT by KENNETH CHING CHOPIN'S 'SONATA IN B MINOR' (JACQUES ABRAM) by JR. DARK ROBERT L. |