An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service
He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince
The sun is blue and scarlet on my page,
And yuck-a, yuck-a, yuck-...
Under his helmet, up against his pack,
After so many days of work and waking,
Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back
There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping,
How he sleepeth
having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more—-Sleeping near the withered nosegay, which he pulled the day before
Nosegays
leave them for the waking: T...