The old kitchen fire, and other poems . Old Kitchen Fire, AND OTHER POEMS Jhe Old Kitchen Fire. /fv[H, happy were my early days,&^ And pleasant was my home,And sunny was the green hillside, Where I once loved to ah, no scene can I recall, My thoughts with joy t inspire,Compared to my own little seatBeside the kitchen fire. The quiet winter evening. When with my simple bookOr knitting-work, I claimed my seat In that snug, cosy nook :1* THE OLD KITCHEN FIKE, I listened to the older folk, For I could never tireOf all the twice-told tales I heard Beside that kitchen The spacious ch
The old kitchen fire, and other poems . Old Kitchen Fire, AND OTHER POEMS Jhe Old Kitchen Fire. /fv[H, happy were my early days,&^ And pleasant was my home,And sunny was the green hillside, Where I once loved to ah, no scene can I recall, My thoughts with joy t inspire,Compared to my own little seatBeside the kitchen fire. The quiet winter evening. When with my simple bookOr knitting-work, I claimed my seat In that snug, cosy nook :1* THE OLD KITCHEN FIKE, I listened to the older folk, For I could never tireOf all the twice-told tales I heard Beside that kitchen The spacious chimney, deep and wide,The broad old kitchen hearth Of bright-red bricks, which in the blazeWould blink, as if in mirth. THE OLD KITCHEN FIRE. The kettle sending forth its steam, And cheery little song,The low, calm ticking of the clock, Speeding the hours along. The cricket, from its hiding-place His chirping song would lend,With merry heart, I welcomed him As if he were a smiling basketful of chips Did screen the little thing ;I did not care to hunt him out, I d rather hear him sing. And pussy sat, with half-shut eyes, And black and glossy fur,Dozing the sleepy hours away With low, contented the great logs would blaze and roar, And crackle as they lie ;While the bright sparks went trooping up, A goodly company. I used to wonder at the crane Which stretched its blackened armAcross the fire, in giant strength Boldly defying and hooks my wonder were, Suspended link by link ;That dear romance was long since lost In copy-books and ink. THE O
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