Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MUSIC BOX, by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: At six - long ere the wintry dawn Last Line: Who lay and waited for the day. Alternate Author Name(s): Hall, Galway Subject(s): Music Box | ||||||||
AT SIX -- long ere the wintry dawn -- There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above my ears, a plaintive call. The Urchin, in the eagerness Of three years old, could not refrain; Awake, he straightway yearned to dress And frolic with his clockwork train. I heard him with a sullen shock. His sister, by her usual plan, Had piped us aft at 3 o'clock -- I vowed to quench the little man. I leaned above him, somewhat stern, And spoke, I fear, with emphasis -- Ah, how much better, parents learn, To seal one's censure with a kiss! Again the house was dark and still, Again I lay in slumber's snare, When down the hall I heard a trill, A tiny, tinkling, tuneful air -- His music-box! His best-loved toy, His crib companion every night; And now he turned to it for joy While waiting for the lagging light. How clear, and how absurdly sad Those tingling pricks of sound unrolled; They chirped and quavered, as the lad His lonely little heart consoled. Columbia, the Ocean's Gem -- (Its only tune) shrilled sweet and faint. He cranked the chimes, admiring them In vigil gay, without complaint. The treble music piped and stirred, The leaping air that was his bliss; And, as I most contritely heard, I thanked the all-unconscious Swiss! The needled jets of melody Rang slowlier and died away -- The Urchin slept; and it was I Who lay and waited for the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOUND IN TRANSLATION [FOR CLAIRE MALROUX] by MARILYN HACKER ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE MUSICAL BOX by THOMAS HARDY ON A MUSICAL BOX by FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE YORK MUSIC BOX by SARAH D. CLARKE ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY A BURNING BOSOM by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY A CHARM; FOR OUR NEW FIREPLACE TO STOP ITS SMOKING by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY |
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