I WONDER what day of the week -- I wonder what month of the year -- Will it be midnight, or morning, And who will bend over my bier? -- What a hideous fancy to come As I wait, at the foot of the stair, While Lilian gives the last touch To her robe, or the rose in her hair. Do I like your new dress -- pompadour? And do I like you? On my life, You are eighteen, and not a day more, And have not been six years my wife. Those two rosy boys in the crib Up-stairs are not ours, to be sure! -- You are just a sweet bride in her bloom, All sunshine, and snowy, and pure. As the carriage rolls down the dark street The little wife laughs and makes cheer -- But ... I wonder what day of the week, I wonder what month of the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE TO A FAIRY TALE by EDITH SITWELL TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT TRANSFORMATIONS by THOMAS HARDY HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH by ROBERT HERRICK THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES; THE 10TH SATIRE OF JUVENAL, IMITATED by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |