With glass like a bull's-eye, And shutters of green, Down on the cobbles Lives Mrs. MacQueen. At six she rises; At nine you see Her candle shine out In the linden tree; And at half-past nine Not a sound is nigh, But the bright moon's creeping Across the sky; Or a far dog baying; Or a twittering bird In its drowsy nest, In the darkness stirred; Or like the roar Of a distant sea, A long-drawn @3S-s-sh!@1 In the linden tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TAMER OF STEEDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE PRINCESS by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON OCTOER WOODS by EMMA INGOLD BOST SACRED FRUIT by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN |