Andy the Night-Watch

 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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