Six O’clock·
K. P.
The
Door
is open,
|
Sol above.
|
The
Dew
is bright;
Forgotten now
|
●
|
Is the lonesome
Night
,
And the
Starling
whistles,
“
All is right
.”
The
House-wife
moves
With her briskest tread
The
Chairs
are set,
And the
Table
spread
|
☽
|
With
Honey
and
Eggs
And
Cream
and
Bread
.