All night long and every night, When my mama puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As plain as day before my eye. Armies and emperor and kings, All carrying different kinds of things, And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day. So fine a show was never seen At the great circus on the green; For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan. As first they move a little slow, But still the faster on they go, And still beside me close I keep Until we reach the town of Sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ARETEMIAS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA by MATTHEW ARNOLD IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |