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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WEEK-END SONNET: 2, by HAROLD MONRO Poet's Biography First Line: The key will stammer, and the door reply Last Line: Hearth, put your flames on. Sulky kettle, boil. | |||
The key will stammer, and the door reply, The hall wake, yawn, and smile; the torpid stair Will grumble at our feet, the table cry: 'Fetch my belongings for me; I am bare.' A clatter! Something in the attic falls. A ghost has lifted up his robes and fled. The loitering shadows move along the walls; Then silence very slowly lifts his head. The starling with impatient screech has flown The chimney, and is watching from the tree. They thought us gone for ever: mouse alone Stops in the middle of the floor to see. Now all you idle things, resume your toil. Hearth, put your flames on. Sulky kettle, boil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO MIDNIGHT LAMENTATION by HAROLD MONRO THE BIRD AT DAWN by HAROLD MONRO THE NIGHTINGALE NEAR THE HOUSE by HAROLD MONRO THE TERRIBLE DOOR by HAROLD MONRO |
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