YE stars in ye skies seem twinkling In icicles of light, And ye edge of ye wind cuts keener Than ever ye sword-edge might; Ye footsteps crunch in ye courtway, And ye trough and ye cask go "ping!" -- Ye china cracks in ye pantry, And ye crickets cease to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER CAMPS OF GREEN by WALT WHITMAN EPITAPH FOR LINCOLN by WALT WHITMAN STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON A SONNET. ON THE PICTURE OF CAVALIER GUARINI PAINTED BY BORGIANNI by PHILIP AYRES |