I went to Egypt to escape I went to Egypt to escape The Indian, but the Indian struck The Indian, but the Indian struck Out of his cloud and from his sky. Out of his cloud and from his sky. This was no worm bred in the moon, This was no worm bred in the moon, Wriggling far down the phantom air, Wriggling far down the phantom air, And on a comfortable sofa dreamed. And on a comfortable sofa dreamed. The Indian struck and disappeared. The Indian struck and disappeared. I knew my enemy was near--I, I knew my enemy was near--I, Drowsing in summer's sleepiest horn. Drowsing in summer's sleepiest horn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |