In the still cold before the sun (Her Matins) Her brothers and her sisters small She woke, and washed and dressed each one. And through the morning hours all (Prime) Singing above her broom she stood And swept the house from hall to hall. Then out she ran with tidings good (Tierce) Across the field and down the lane, To share them with the neighborhood. Four miles she walked, and home again, (Sexts) To sit through half the afternoon And hear a feeble crone complain. But when she saw the frosty moon (Nones) And lakes of shadow on the hill, Her maiden dreams grew bright as noon. She threw her pitying apron frill (Vespers) Over a little trembling mouse When the sleek cat yawned on the sill. In the late hours and drowsy house, (Evensong) At last, too tired, beside her bed She fell asleep -- her prayers half said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THURSDAY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) |