I'd always shine on holidays, Were I the sun; On sleepy heads I'd never gaze, But focus all my morning rays On busy folks of bustling ways, Were I the sun. I would not melt a sledding snow, Were I the sun; Nor spoil the ice where skaters go, Nor help those useless weeds to grow, But hurry melons on, you know, Were I the sun. I'd warm the swimming-pool just right, Were I the sun; On school-days I would hide my light, The Fourth I'd always give you bright, Nor set so soon on Christmas night, Were I the sun. I would not heed such paltry toys, Were I the sun -- Such work as grown-up men employs; But I would favor solid joys, -- In short, I'd run the world for boys, Were I the sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINGED VICTORY by LORAINE S. BRADFORD BEAUTY STILL WAITS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON REVISITING HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GOING CROSSLOTS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: THE WRITER TO HIS BOOK by THOMAS CAMPION THE HEIFER by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER A TALE, FOUNDED ON A FACT WHICH HAPPENED IN JANUARY 1779 by WILLIAM COWPER |