To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 1'th Presidentiad Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? What deepening twilight -- scum floating atop of the waters, Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol? What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!) Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the President? Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for reasons; With gathering murk, with muttering thunder and lambent shoots we all duly awake, South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 1. HER CLOTHES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE SLEEPING MANSION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WEE WILLIE GRAY by ROBERT BURNS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: THIRD SQUIRE by THOMAS CAMPION |