Andy the Night-Watch by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

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.