The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star - That often as a Cloud it met - Blew out itself - for fear - The Wind pursued the little Bush - And drove away the Leaves November left - then clambered up And fretted in the Eaves - No Squirrel went abroad - A Dog's belated feet Like intermittent Plush, be heard Adown the empty Street - To feel if Blinds be fast - And closer to the fire - Her little Rocking Chair to draw - And shiver for the Poor - The Housewife's gentle Task - How pleasanter - said she Unto the Sofa opposite - The Sleet - than May, no Thee | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY NOCTURNE IN A DESERTED BRICKYARD by CARL SANDBURG CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 48 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |