AT night I opened The furnace door: The warm glow brightened The cellar floor. The fire that sparkled Blue and red, Kept small toes cosy In their bed. As up the stair So late I stole, I said my prayer: @3Thank God for coal!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON FIRST OF MAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |