I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun iting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair, And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer. I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise, No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes. But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 7. TO THE BODY by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON ON A GRAVE IN CHRIST-CHURCH, HANTS by OSCAR FAY ADAMS THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): XERXES DEFEATED by AESCHYLUS ABBEY ASAROE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |