Like a snuffers, this loving old dame, By a destiny grievous enough, Though so oft she has snapp'd at the flame, Hath never more than the snuff. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 3. WINTER by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |