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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIGHTS OUT, by AMY CHARLOT First Line: The lights are out Last Line: On her quiescent lap. | |||
The lights are out; My toil-worn little house Sits quietly, with folded hands, Holding tomorrow's tasks On her quiescent lap. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD NO RULE TO BE AFRAID OF by BERTON BRALEY DISSONANCES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SIR HAROLD, THE HUNTER by ELIZA COOK TO A YOUNG LADY, WHOSE BIRD WAS NEARLY KILLED by NATHANIEL COTTON |
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