(O little white feet of mine) Out in the storm and the rain you fly; (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) Can the children hear my cry? (O little white feet of mine) Never a child in the whole great town; (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) Lights out and the blinds pulled down. (O little white feet of mine) Never a light on a window pane, (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) And the wild wet cry of the rain. (O little white feet of mine) Shall I never again be still? (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) And away over valley and hill. (O little white feet of mine) Children, children, open the door! (Red, red shoes the colour of wine) And the wind shrieks Nevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 4 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |