YE stars in ye skies seem twinkling In icicles of light, And ye edge of ye wind cuts keener Than ever ye sword-edge might; Ye footsteps crunch in ye courtway, And ye trough and ye cask go "ping!" -- Ye china cracks in ye pantry, And ye crickets cease to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN |