Unbroken slumbers through the night The hours of weary toil requite. The father's deep sonorous snores, Break like the surf on dreamland's shores. The mother's gentler snores attest The soothing power of pleasant rest. Along the narrow driveway's slope, The motors roar with cut-out ope. Just ere the rising of the sun The children come home one by one. The daughter with her beau is there And eke the early morning heir. And, one by one, intent upon Themselves, the others follow on, With riotous "good night's" anon. Nor is the family mansion still From noises echoing and shrill, Until the father with a grouch Springs up from off his downy couch, Lifting his angry voice at last. When all disturbances are past And he can pillow furrowed brow, He has to get up anyhow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN TO A SISTER OF CHARITY by EDWIN GEORGE ALEXANDER FIRST SNOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SHEPHERD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |