ONE calm, cold evening, when the moon was high, And rode sublime within the cloudy sky, She sat within her hut, nor seem'd to feel Or cold, or want, but turn'd her idle wheel; And with sad song its melancholy tone Mix'd -- all unconscious that she dwelt alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GOLDEN TARGE by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |