WHO KNOCKS AT THE DOOR? For whom thus rudely pleads my loud-tongu'd Gate, That he may enter? -- SHUT THE DOOR The wooden Guardian of our Privacy Quick on its Axle turn. -- BRING MY CLOATHS Bring me what Nature, Taylor to the Bear, To Man himself deny'd: She gave me Cold, But would not give me Cloaths. -- LIGHT THE FIRE Bring forth some Remnant of Promethean theft, Quick to expand th' inclement Air congeal'd By Boreas's rude breath. -- SNUFF THE CANDLE Yon Luminary Amputation needs, Thus shall you save its half-extinguish'd Life. UNCORK THE BOTTLE AND CHIP THE BREAD Apply thine Engine to the spungy Door, Set Bacchus from his glassy Prison free, And strip white Ceres of her nut-brown Coat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL MILITARY MIND by CHARLIE SMITH THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE |