Who is it seeks my pillow nights? With plain inspecting face, "Did you, or did you not?" to ask, 'Tis Conscience, childhood's nurse. With martial hand she strokes the hair Upon my wincing head, "All rogues shall have their part in" -- What -- The Phosphorus of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE NIGHTINGALE by PAUL VERLAINE RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO |