PATTER! patter! running feet! Something stirring in the street! Does it come, or does it go? Patter! patter! Friend or foe! Love, the merry tricksy sprite, In my lantern sits to-night. Be it coming, friend or foe, Love will "show him up" I know. Patter! patter! nearer still; Shall I? -- no -- I -- yes -- I will. "Who goes there?" -- "It's only me!" Ah! my little pet Marie! Merry, loving, fond, and fair, In the dark I see you there. Still the sentry I will play: "There's a password, love, to say." What! She cannot answer me? Has she lost her tongue, may be? Never mind, love; face full well Tells what lips refuse to tell! Passwords, questions, little one, We can quite well leave alone. Other folks than we, I know, Shall solve our riddle: Friend or foe? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STIRRUP-CUP by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN IN AN AEROPLANE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR GRANDCHILD ELIZABETH .. WHO DECEASED 1665 by ANNE BRADSTREET |