O slumber; washed on Saturday, On Sunday dressed in clean array, On Monday morn to school away, As sweet as apple, bright and gay. Sleep the mighty all has flown, To Alexandria she has gone; Nani, thou canary bright, Who my brain bewilders quite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL |