AT night I opened The furnace door: The warm glow brightened The cellar floor. The fire that sparkled Blue and red, Kept small toes cosy In their bed. As up the stair So late I stole, I said my prayer: @3Thank God for coal!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GONE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON A RAINBOW AT NIGHT by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ON KNOWING WHEN TO STOP by L. J. BRIDGMAN |