I A SHADED lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: On this scene enter - winged, horned, and spined - A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; While 'mid my page there idly stands A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands ... II Thus meet we five, in this still place, At this point of time, at this point in space. - My guests besmear my new-penned line, Or bang at the lamp and fall supine. 'God's humblest, they!' I muse. Yet why? They know Earth-secrets that know not I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 20 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A MARLOW MADRIGAL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY |