I BESIDE the blue-gate lying, Round and round all objects flying, Just to reach my bed was trying, After the Soiree. Now I hear the music stopping, Now the corks from champagne popping, Now the wasted money dropping, After the Soiree. Now I sleep and now awaken, Find myself by classmates taken To the bed that I'd forsaken, After the Soiree. When the light of day comes o'er me, What have I but flunks before me? Greek and Latin, how they bore me, After the Soiree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE HUSBANDMAN by AESOP |