I've heard my neighbor's pump at night, Long after Lyra sunk her light, As if it were a natural sound, And proper utterance of the ground ''" Perchance some bittern in a fen ''" Or else the squeak of a meadow hen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY by DAVID MORTON THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON IN APRIL by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY EN PASSANT by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT |