I slept all day. The birds do thus That sing a while At eve for us. To have you soon I gave away -- Well satisfied To give -- a day. Life's not so short I care to keep The unhappy days; I choose to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACOETHES SCRIBENDI by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SEASONS AND TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES THE POET TO HIS GARRET by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |