I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun iting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair, And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer. I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise, No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes. But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SAW YE JOHNNIE COMIN'? by JOANNA BAILLIE FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CHILD OF MARY'S SOUL by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST PORCELAIN VASE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD A CITY GARDEN by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE BALLADE OF THE FOREST IN SUMMER by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |