Oh, little cot beside the wood, Whose windows twain are dark with sleep, Thine icicles along the eves The moon shall keep, the moon shall keep. The rounded snow upon thy roof, The snows about thee many deep, Far better than the midday sun, The moon shall keep, the moon shall keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |