The Morn dispels the darkling Night <br />And sets the eastern hearth alight; <br />But I to slumber tightly cling <br />Nor ope my eyes for anything. <br /> <br />Like-wise the Sun does show some might <br />With searching fingers, long and bright; <br />And children stir when birds take wing <br />But I in dreamland still do sing. <br /> <br />A distant clock chimes sonorous six <br />And wakened conscience prods and pricks; <br />But all these signals I ignore, <br />There's time to sleep five minutes more.<br /><br />Mill Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gen-five-minutes-more/
