In the still cold before the sun HER LAUDS Her brothers and her sisters small She woke, and washed and dressed each one. And through the morning hours all, PRIME Singing above her broom, she stood And swept the house from hall to hall. At noon she ran with tidings good TERCE Across the field and down the lane To share them with the neighborhood. Four miles she walked and home again. SEXT To sit through half the afternoon And hear a feeble crone complain; But when she saw the frosty moon NONES And lakes of shadow on the hill Her maiden dreams grew bright as noon. She threw her pitying apron frill VESPERS Over a little trembling mouse When the sleek cat yawned on the sill, In the late hours and drowsy house. COMPLINE At last, too tired, beside her bed She fell asleep. . . . her prayers half said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY |