I have a King, who does not speak - So - wondering - thro' the hours meek I trudge the day away- Half glad when it is night - and sleep - If, haply, thro' a dream, to peep In parlors, shut by day. And if I do - when morning comes - It is as if a hundred drums Did round my pillow roll, And shouts fill all my childish sky, And Bells keep saying "Victory" From steeples in my soul! And if I don't - the little Bird Within the Orchard, is not heard, And I omit to pray "Father, thy will be done" today For my will goes the other way, And it were perjury! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SIR JOHN FRANKLIN; ON THE CENTOTAPH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALFRED TENNYSON INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI FANNIE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MAGDALEN by GEORGE KENYON ASHENDON |