SOMETIMES at night I stand within a court Where I have play'd by day; And still the walls are vibrant with the sport, And still the air is pulsing with the sway Of agile limbs that now, their labours o'er, To healthful sleep their strength resign -- But how of those who play'd with me langsyne, And sleep for evermore? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON IMAGINATION by PHILLIS WHEATLEY ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |