I went to Egypt to escape I went to Egypt to escape The Indian, but the Indian struck The Indian, but the Indian struck Out of his cloud and from his sky. Out of his cloud and from his sky. This was no worm bred in the moon, This was no worm bred in the moon, Wriggling far down the phantom air, Wriggling far down the phantom air, And on a comfortable sofa dreamed. And on a comfortable sofa dreamed. The Indian struck and disappeared. The Indian struck and disappeared. I knew my enemy was near--I, I knew my enemy was near--I, Drowsing in summer's sleepiest horn. Drowsing in summer's sleepiest horn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO HIS LYRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE VISIONS OF BELLAY by JOACHIM DU BELLAY TO MADEMOISELLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |