I slept all day. The birds do thus That sing a while At eve for us. To have you soon I gave away -- Well satisfied To give -- a day. Life's not so short I care to keep The unhappy days; I choose to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |