MY student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread ; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my head. I open the garret window, Let the music in and the moon ; See the woman grin for coppers, While the man grinds out the tune. Grind me a dirge or a requiem, Or a funeral-march sad and slow, But not, O not, that waltz tune I heard so long ago. I stand upright by the window, The moonlight streams in wan : -- O God ! with its changeless rise and fall The tune twirls on and on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD TO THE FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE THE LAST MAN; A LAKE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HOMESICKNESS by HENRY BELLAMANN FORFEITS by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 15. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE ELEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION EPITAPH ON TOMBSTONE ERECTED OVER MARQUIS OF ANGLESEA'S LEG by GEORGE CANNING |