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...FIRELIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |