In the coal-pit, or the factory, I toil by night or day, And still to the music of labour I lilt my heart-felt lay; I lilt my heart-felt lay -- And the gloom of the deep, deep mine, Or the din of the factory dieth away, And a Golden Lot is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SONG OF THE LIGHT-HEARTED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THEMISTA'S REPROOF by RICHARD BRATHWAITE |