NOW the cock doth cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo! The owl cries o'er the barn, To-whit-to-whoo! Benighted travellers now lose their way, Whom will with the Wisp bewitches; About, about he leads them astray, Through bogs, through hedges, and ditches. Hark, hark, the cloister-bell is rung; Alas! the midnight dirge is sung. Let 'em ring, Let 'em sing; Whilst we spend the night in love and in laughter. When night is gone, O then, too soon, The discords and cares of the day do come after. Come booze a health, a health, a double health, To those that 'scape from cares by shunning wealth; Dispatch it away, Before it be day, 'Twill quickly grow early, when it is late: A health to thee, To him, to me; To all who beauty love, and business hate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW |