The western sun comes softly in Through hall door open wide. Young Rover lies with low-stretched chin Upon the steps outside. The great hall clock ticks sleepily; A hint of clucking hen Comes from the yard uncertainly, Then all is still again. But hark! A banging of the gate! A clatter up the walk! A tangle of blithe sounds elate In song and laugh and talk! Loud strikes the clock, the chickens flee, Rover's a frantic fool; The very sunshine laughs to see The children home from school! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW PEGGY, FR. THE GENTLE SHEPHERD by ALLAN RAMSAY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD |