The train! The twelve o'clock for paradise. Hurry, or it will try to creep away. Out in the country every one is wise: We can be only wise on Saturday. There you are waiting, little friendly house: Those are your chimney-stacks with you be-tween, Surrounded by old trees and strolling cows, Staring through all your windows at the green. Your homely floor is creaking for our tread; The smiling tea-pot with contented spout Thinks of the boiling water, and the bread Longs for the butter. All their hands are out To greet us, and the gentle blankets seem Purring and crooning: 'Lie in us, and dream.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON DRAKE'S DRUM by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE BITER BIT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PORTRAIT SONNETS: 1 by HENRY BELLAMANN UNDER A THOUSAND WORDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |