BETWEEN the bookcase and the wall Is raised a castle, gray and tall, The desk top is a wooden moat, The rocking chair's a pirate boat,— My little boy, turned six to-day, Has fierce adventures in his play. My little maid goes venturing, too, O bold grim robbers—what a crew! She helps to take the gold—but then She hurries back to home again For she must set the things for tea With beautiful house-wifery. The table's set upon the floor, The pirate marches in, And eats and eats and asks for more With true piratic din. O ye who never knew the life Of dragon-hunting, golden strife Of pirates on a windy sea Returning meekly home for tea; Who never heard the black knight's call— I fear ye have not lived at all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOCTURNE IN A MINOR KEY by CONRAD AIKEN NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |