ONE calm, cold evening, when the moon was high, And rode sublime within the cloudy sky, She sat within her hut, nor seem'd to feel Or cold, or want, but turn'd her idle wheel; And with sad song its melancholy tone Mix'd -- all unconscious that she dwelt alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AT CASTLE WOOD by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE DAISY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |