LONELY, save for a few faint stars, the sky Dreams; and lonely, below, the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy. Scarcely the dumb roar enters this soft retreat; And all is dark, save where come flooding rays From a tavern window: there, to the brisk measure Of an organ that down in an alley merrily plays, Two children, all alone and no one by, Holding their tattered frocks, through an airy maze Of motion, lightly threaded with nimble feet, Dance sedately: face to face they gaze, Their eyes shining, grave with a perfect pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW CHURCH ORGAN by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON EPODE: 2. THE PRAISES OF A COUNTRY LIFE by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE ETERNITY by GRACE GRISWOLD BISBY A LEAVE-TAKING: 2 by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'ONCE I LOVED A MAIDEN FAIR' by PATRICK CAREY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO THE END OF TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER |