NOW the cock doth cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo! The owl cries o'er the barn, To-whit-to-whoo! Benighted travellers now lose their way, Whom will with the Wisp bewitches; About, about he leads them astray, Through bogs, through hedges, and ditches. Hark, hark, the cloister-bell is rung; Alas! the midnight dirge is sung. Let 'em ring, Let 'em sing; Whilst we spend the night in love and in laughter. When night is gone, O then, too soon, The discords and cares of the day do come after. Come booze a health, a health, a double health, To those that 'scape from cares by shunning wealth; Dispatch it away, Before it be day, 'Twill quickly grow early, when it is late: A health to thee, To him, to me; To all who beauty love, and business hate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN SHUT OUT by KATHARINE LEE BATES FAREWELL TO A LOVER by VERA MARY BRITTAIN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE CLOUD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |