The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star - That often as a Cloud it met - Blew out itself - for fear - The Wind pursued the little Bush - And drove away the Leaves November left - then clambered up And fretted in the Eaves - No Squirrel went abroad - A Dog's belated feet Like intermittent Plush, be heard Adown the empty Street - To feel if Blinds be fast - And closer to the fire - Her little Rocking Chair to draw - And shiver for the Poor - The Housewife's gentle Task - How pleasanter - said she Unto the Sofa opposite - The Sleet - than May, no Thee | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by WILLIAM BLAKE A NOCTURNE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 16 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DANGEROUS PASSING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT LEE PRIORY, AUGUST 10, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |