Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Some one came knocking, I'm sure -- sure -- sure; I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right, But nought there was a-stirring In the still dark night; Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall, Only from the forest The screech-owl's call, Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall, So I know not who came knocking, At all, at all, at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 3, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY SONNET TO --. by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE ANGEL THAT MISSED CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER by ROBERT BURNS |