WEE Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his night-gown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, Are the children all in bed, for now it's eight o'clock? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STATE OF WYOMING by KAREN SWENSON AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH |