Sabbath comes to a small town Like an old hound After an all-night chase, And only the sparrows under the eaves Break the silence at dawn, Or the wind squeezing under the door. The cattle stand dozing, Heads down at sunrise; And at intervals, Like a guard blowing reveille, A windmill grates, Shrill in the wind. The hens and pullets dart everywhere, And the sparrows along the eaves Keep a ceaseless gossip running, Like old women together after church. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT |