The sounds in the evening <br /> <br />Go all through the house, <br /> <br />The click of the clock <br /> <br />And the pick of the mouse, <br /> <br />The footsteps of people <br /> <br />Upon the top floor, <br /> <br />The skirts of my mother <br /> <br />That brush by the door, <br /> <br />The crick in the boards, <br /> <br />And the creek of the chairs, <br /> <br />The fluttering murmurs <br /> <br />Outside on the stairs, <br /> <br />The ring of the bell, <br /> <br />The arrival of guests, <br /> <br />The laugh of my father <br /> <br />At one of his jests, <br /> <br />The clashing of dishes <br /> <br />As dinner goes in, <br /> <br />The babble of voices <br /> <br />That distance makes thin, <br /> <br />The mewing of cats <br /> <br />That seem just by my ear, <br /> <br />The hooting of owls <br /> <br />That can never seem near, <br /> <br />The queer little noises <br /> <br />That no one explains… <br /> <br />Till the moon through the slats <br /> <br />Of my window-blind rains, <br /> <br />And the world of my eyes <br /> <br />And my ears melts like steam <br /> <br />As I find my pillow <br /> <br />The world of my dream.<br /><br />Eleanor Farjeon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sounds-in-the-evening/
