Oh, how sweet are the corridors of sleep!
Of rest refreshing,
and drowsiness darkly deep.
The blankets and the sheets are thick and warm
Must I really get up-
and with duties conform?
Soft sunshine's falling pleasantly on the wall
under my window,
while the robins call.
Oh what a pleasant morning is this!
All should be in bed,
in drowsy bliss
The sun is just beginning to appear
casting pale sunshine
on all things far and near
The sky is just that sort of drowsy gray
the clouds that sleepy pink,
that kind of day
when everyone should be sleeping in, gazing out
for a minute, filled with doubt
as if the day would ever really start
so hazy the sun,
as if in a world apart
and a thousand misty mornings away
shall it really ascend,
and start a new day?
It's that rare, dreamy morning to rest a moment more
before jumping up
and running out the door
A day for earth to pause for the robin's song
but it never does-
just goes on.