Caroling Dusk/The Quilt

by Mary Effie Lee Newsome

THE QUILT

I have the greatest fun at night,When casement windows are all bright.I make believe each one’s a squareOf some great quilt up in the air.

The blocks of gold have black between,Wherever only night is seen.It surely makes a mammoth quilt—With bits of dark and checks of gilt—To cover up the tired dayIn such a cozy sort of way.