In the coal-pit, or the factory, I toil by night or day, And still to the music of labour I lilt my heart-felt lay; I lilt my heart-felt lay -- And the gloom of the deep, deep mine, Or the din of the factory dieth away, And a Golden Lot is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD MORGUE: 1. LITTLE ASTER by GOTTFRIED BENN LARABELLE; CANTO FOURTH by LEVI BISHOP OUR ITALIAN JOURNEY by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 3. OLD STORY-TELLING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. SPENDING THE NIGHT ALONE by EDWARD CARPENTER |