The day is full of busy-ness -- A running to and fro, Helping Lord God to wag the world The way the world should go. But when the day has shut up shop And I must off to bed, Oh then it is and when it is That I would rove instead! I would lest Arabia Should feel herself neglected; And what of Greece, I wonder, Where so long I've been expected? And Zanzibar, and Salvador, What must they think of me Who've been so slow responding To their hospitality? What if the Trees of Lebanon All change to mast and keel Before I loiter in their shade And tell them what I feel? I know my duties through the day -- I help Lord God along. Oiling this and lifting that And pushing straight and strong; But why, when night swashbuckles in And beckons me away, Does Lord God steer me into bed And make me sleep till day? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BE STRONG by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK WINTER NIGHT by CH'IEN WEN OF LIANG SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD A TOMB BY THE SEA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |