I heard a mouse Bitterly complaining In a crack of moonlight Aslant on the floor. "Little I ask And that little is not granted, There are very few crumbs In the world any more. "The bread box is tin And I cannot get in. "The jam's in a jar My teeth cannot mar. "The cheese sits by itself On the pantry shelf. "All night I run Searching and seeking, All night I run About on the floor. "Moonlight is there And a bare place for dancing, But no little feast Is spread any more." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING, NONCHALANCE IS GOOD AND by MARIANNE MOORE THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WELCOME, LITTLE STRANGER (BY A DISPLACED THREE-YEAR-OLD) by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE WHITE-FOOTED DEER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |