Listening

His step? Ah, no;‘ tis but the rain

That hurtles on the window pane.

Let's draw the curtains close and sit

Beside the fire awhile and knit.

Two purl — two plain. A well-shaped sock,

And warm. ( I thought I heard a knock,

But‘ twas the slam of Jones's door. )

Yes, good Scotch yarn is far before

The fleecy wools — a different thing,

And best for wear. ( Was that his ring? )

No.‘ Tis the muffin man I see;

We'll have threepennyworth for tea.

Two plain — two purl; that heel is neat.

( I hear his step far down the street. )

Two purl — two plain. The sock can wait;

I'll make the tea. ( He's at the gate! )