To the kelp the dame is gone, in Guiana is the man, and the little house stands alone all the day. Alone? Through the closed green blinds in the darkness, something shines like a droplet of the sea. When the prison takes the man the ocean claims the dame and the one-eyed cat owns the little house all day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER PSALM 55 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT LEE PRIORY, AUGUST 10, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |