'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get An attic-crib. Such lovers will not fret At that, it is half-said. The great carouse Knocks hard upon the midnight's hollow door, But when I knock at hers, I see the pit. Why did I come here in that dullard fit? I enter, and lie couched upon the floor. Passing, I caught the coverlet's quick beat: -- Come, Shame, burn to my soul! and Pride, and Pain -- Foul demons that have tortured me, enchain! Out in the freezing darkness the lambs bleat. The small bird stiffens in the low starlight. I know not how, but shuddering as I slept, I dreamed a banished angel to me crept: My feet were nourished on her breasts all night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER'S PICTURE by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD ODE TO THE CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOSIAS LYNDON ARNOLD TO DR. AIKIN ON HIS COMPLAINING THAT SHE NEGLECTED HIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WOONE SMILE MWORE by WILLIAM BARNES THE CITY OF LAISH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |