Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE TEAKETTLE SONG, by OLIVE LAVENA MURPHY


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First Line: Oft, late at night, when all are asleep
Last Line: And the wee, weird song that the teakettle sings.
Subject(s): Noises; Teapots


Oft, late at night, when all are asleep,
Through the still house I silently creep.
Back to my kitchen I love to go;
There on the fire the bright coals glow,
Shadows dance and little lights play
On the ceiling and floor in a fanciful way;
And I list to a song that my kitchen brings,
The wee, weird song that the teakettle sings.

I linger awhile and muse of the times
This song has been sung in many climes,
At firesides great, or humble and small,
But the same queer song sung to them all
Since long years ago, when the center of home
Was an open fireplace and a sacred hearthstone.
Such thoughts as these my kitchen brings,
And the wee, weird song that the teakettle sings.





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