The lights are out, and gone are all the guests That thronging came with merriment and jests To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane In the new house,--into the night are gone; But still the fire upon the hearth burns on, And I alone remain. O fortunate, O happy day, When a new household finds its place Among the myriad homes of earth, Like a new star just sprung to birth, And rolled on its harmonious way Into the boundless realms of space! So said the guests in speech and song, As in the chimney, burning bright, We hung the iron crane to-night, And merry was the feast and long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS THE SKY-GYPSY by WALTER BARDECK THE EVICTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MUSIC TO ME by ADELE SHAW BOONE THERE IS AN OLD CITY by KARL BULCKE STUDIES STATIC AND ECSTATIC by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY AT EVENTIDE; C. N. - DIED APRIL, 1857 by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |