LINED coat, warm cap and easy felt slippers, In the little tower, at the low window, sitting over the sunken brazier. Body at rest, heart at peace; no need to rise early. I wonder if the courtiers at the Western Capital know of these things, or not? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: HOME TO FARGO by KAREN SWENSON FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE AMOR MUNDI by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY SATIRE: 1. TO JOHN POYNZ (POINS) by THOMAS WYATT |