Edgar Lee Masters

(23 August 1868 – 5 March 1950 / Kansas / United States)

Andy The Night-Watch - Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

In my Spanish cloak,
And old slouch hat,
And overshoes of felt,
And Tyke, my faithful dog,
And my knotted hickory cane,
I slipped about with a bull's-eye lantern
From door to door on the square,
As the midnight stars wheeled round,
And the bell in the steeple murmured
From the blowing of the wind;
And the weary steps of old Doc Hill
Sounded like one who walks in sleep,
And a far-off rooster crew.
And now another is watching Spoon River
As others watched before me.
And here we lie, Doc Hill and I
Where none breaks through and steals,
And no eye needs to guard.


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  • Bronze Star - 2,503 Points john tiong chunghoo (10/2/2006 10:20:00 AM)

    love this lee. woujld read more. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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