I LIKE the sun of afternoon So golden and so mellow; I like the sun who goes to bed Wrapped up in red and yellow; But I don't like the morning sun, I never get my dream-thinks done— He's such a saucy fellow! When I am just, say, half awake, He's at my window peeping, And, though I shut my eyes hard-tight, I feel him coming, creeping Across the carpet to my bed, No matter how I turn my head, It means "good-bye" to sleeping! He dances on my eyes, and shouts "Hi, there! get up this minute! There's something doing out of doors; Look sharp! @3You@1 won't be in it! I do so hate to hear you snore. The birds are up this hour or more— Hark! Don't you hear that linnet?" Now that might be all right, you know, If one were really lazy; But when one only likes to lie With thoughts all dreamy-hazy And misty-queer, it seems a sin To have that Mr. Sun dance in To drive a person crazy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |