With ruby eyes a-peer the devil, all night long, stalks squeaking mice to spear upon his little prong. A million mice so fat he bags ere dawn is pale. They sizzle in a vat, stirred by his red-hot tail. He gives the broth thereof to lovers impolite, who, fondling day and night, publish abroad their love. When they their hearts disgorge into the vat, until it's o'er-brimming, in his forge he shapes them into skillets. Skillets that he employs, tied to his greenish tail, to make a noise, a noise, all night long in the gale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYBREAK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY DEAREST JULIA by WILLIAM BARNES STANZAS SELECTED FROM THE PAINS OR MEMORY; A FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON THE IMPROVISATORE: RODOLPH THE WILD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |