Married to a maiden 'Neath electric light, Cheeks were like the roses, Lips were flaming bright. When he woke next morning She gave him a fright— Cheeks were pale and sallow, Lips were almost white. Now he roams forever, Pilgrim of the night, Sleeping in the day-time, Hiding out of sight. Shouldst thou ever marry Maid of red and white, In the early morning Close the shutters tight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL UP IN THE MORNING EARLY by ROBERT BURNS THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN |