Little puddles have a way Of fixing up at night . . . In apricot and apple-green, In rose and petalled-white. In lemon-yellow they've been seen, In bronze and golden-glow. And sometimes they are carnival And hems of scarlet show. Round about the set of sun You will see them flower . . . Glist'ning in the country lanes For a sunset hour. Little puddles have a way Of turning black and deep . . . Save the favored few that find A star or two to keep. Nights are long and nights are drear Go clock hands fast or slow . . . What do little puddles do That have no stars to show? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |