Three small men in a small house, And none to hear them say, 'One for his nob,' and 'One for his noddle,' And 'One for his dumb dog Stray!' 'Clubs are trumps -- and he's dealt and bluffed': 'And Jack of diamonds led': 'And perhaps the cullie has dropped a shoe; He tarries so late,' they said. Three small men in a small house, And one small empty chair, One with his moleskin over his brows, One with his crany bare, And one with a dismal cast in his eye, Rocking a heavy head. . . 'And perhaps the cullie's at @3The Wide World's End@1; He tarries so late,' they said. Three small men in a small house, And a candle guttering low, One with his cheek on the ace of spades, And two on the boards below. And a window black 'gainst a waste of stars, And a moon five dark nights dead. . . 'Who's that a-knocking and a-knocking and a-knocking?' One stirred in his sleep and said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OUT FROM A DREAM by ELLA ALLISON SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER |