THE lamplight's shaded rose On couch and chair and wall, The drowsy book let fall, The children's heads, bent close In some deep argument, The kitten, sleepy-curled, Sure of our good intent, The hearth-fire's crackling glow: His step that crisps the snow, His laughing kiss, wind-cold. ... Only the very old Gifts that the night-star brings, Dear homely evening-things, Dear things of all the world, And yet my throat locks tight. ... @3Somewhere far off I know Are ashes on red snow That were a home last night.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 25 by JAMES JOYCE EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |