In bed I muse on Tenier's boors, Embrowned and beery losels all: A wakeful brain Elaborates pain: Within low doors the slugs of boors Laze and yawn and doze again. In dreams they doze, the drowsy boors, Their hazy hovel warm and small: Thought's ampler bound But chill is found: Within low doors the basking boors Snugly hug the ember-mound. Sleepless, I see the slumberous boors Their blurred eyes blink, their eyelids fall: Thought's eager sight Aches -- overbright! Within low doors the boozy boors Cat-naps take in pipe-bowl light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |