I spied John Mouldy in his cellar, Deep down twenty steps of stone; In the dusk he sat a-smiling, Smiling there alone. He read no book, he snuffed no candle; The rats ran in, the rats ran out; And far and near, the drip of water Went whisp'ring about. The dusk was still, with dew a-falling, I saw the Dog-star bleak and grim, I saw a slim brown rat of Norway Creep over him. I spied John Mouldy in his cellar, Deep down twenty steps of stone; In the dusk he sat a-smiling, Smiling there alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRTUOSO; IN IMITATION OF SPENCER'S STYLE AND STANZA by MARK AKENSIDE A COUNTRY BURIAL by EMILY DICKINSON DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES NEWS OF THE WORLD: 2 by GEORGE BARKER THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS PSALM 38. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN ISLAND by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE LAST MESSAGE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |