O THE night was dark and the night was late, And the robbers came to rob him; And they picked the locks of his palace-gate, The robbers that came to rob him -- They picked the locks of his palace-gate, Seized his jewels and gems of state, His coffers of gold and his priceless plate, -- The robbers that came to rob him. But loud he laughed he in the morning red! -- For of what had the robbers robbed him? -- Ho! hidden safe, as he slept in bed, When the robbers came to rob him, -- They robbed him not of a golden shred Of the childish dreams in his wise old head -- "And they're welcome to all things else," he said, When the robbers came to rob him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |