My mother bade me go. I went: But my heart beat, ere I returned, A rat-tat-tan, and what it meant Too soon I to my sorrow learned. Her errand to the youth I ran, But had she some other bade, I had not felt that rat-tat-tan, Nor wept to think I ever had. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK THE CENSUS-TAKER by ROBERT FROST THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 91. LOST ON BOTH SIDES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY |