WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipped, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-whoo; To-whit, to-whoo, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-whoo; To-whit, to-whoo, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN, GALLUP, N.M. by KAREN SWENSON TO ROSAMONDE: A BALADE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON THE COMPLAINT OF FANCY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS MARTIN RELPH by ROBERT BROWNING MASTER HANDS; TO DOCTOR ST. GEORGE FECHTIG by LAVINIA R. CLARK |