THE sunbeams came to my window, And said, "Come out and see The sparkle on the river, The blossom on the tree!" But never a moment parleyed I With the bright-haired Sunbeams' call! Though their dazzling hands on the leaf they laid, I drew it away to the curtain-shade, Where a sunbeam could not fall. The Robins came to my window, And said, "Come out and sing! Come out and join the chorus Of the festival of the spring!" But never a carol would I trill In the festival of May; But I sat alone in my shadowy room, And worked away in its quiet gloom, And the Robins flew away. The Children came to my window, And said, "Come out and play! Come out with us in the sunshine, 'Tis such a glorious day!" Then never another word I wrote, And my desk was put away! When the Children called me, what could I do? The Robins might fail, and the Sunbeams too, But the Children won the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER WRITTEN AT AN INN AT HENLEY by WILLIAM SHENSTONE THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ON A DAMASK ROSE STICKING UPON A LADY'S BREAST by THOMAS CAREW |