Winter Dusk by Walter de la Mare

Winter Dusk
by Walter de la Mare

Dark frost was in the air without,
The dusk was still with cold and gloom,
When less than even a shadow came
And stood within the room.

But of the three around the fire,
None turned a questioning head to look,
Still read a clear voice, on and on,
Still stooped they o’er their book.

The children watched their mother’s eyes
Moving on softly line to line;
It seemed to listen too—that shade,
Yet made no outward sign.

You can read the rest of the poem here.

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At Wild Rose Reader, I have MOUSE, an original acrostic poem.

Mary Ann's got the Poetry Friday Round Up at Great Kid Books today.