I have a King, who does not speak - So - wondering - thro' the hours meek I trudge the day away- Half glad when it is night - and sleep - If, haply, thro' a dream, to peep In parlors, shut by day. And if I do - when morning comes - It is as if a hundred drums Did round my pillow roll, And shouts fill all my childish sky, And Bells keep saying "Victory" From steeples in my soul! And if I don't - the little Bird Within the Orchard, is not heard, And I omit to pray "Father, thy will be done" today For my will goes the other way, And it were perjury! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD AND HER STATUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FIDDLER JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPROMPTU TO LADY WINCHILSEA by ALEXANDER POPE TIPPERARY: 3. AS THE INTERLINEARS MIGHT TAKE IT FROM XENOPHON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |