From where I lingered in a lull of March Outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman in a quiet voice And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch: "O fireman, give the fire another stoke, And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke." I thought a few might tangle, as they did, Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare Hill atmosphere not cease to glow, And so be added to the moon up there. The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show On every tree a bucket with a lid, And on black ground one bear-skin rug of snow. The sparks made no attempt to be the moon. They were content to figure in the trees As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades. And that was what the boughs were full of soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE COTTON BOLL by HENRY TIMROD TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON TO AN OLD SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CLIFTON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |