WEE Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his night-gown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, Are the children all in bed, for now it's eight o'clock? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS POPULARITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: TO THE READER (2) by WILLIAM BASSE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |