Bert Leston Taylor's Poem: To The Sun

A poem by Bert Leston Taylor
To The Sun
________________________________________________ Title: To The Sun Author: Bert Leston Taylor [More Titles by Taylor] (Variations on a theme by Gilbert.) Shine on, Old Top, shine on! Across the realms of space Shine on! What though I'm in a sorry case? What though my collar is a wreck, And hangs a rag about my neck? What though at food I can but peck? Never you mind! Shine on! Shine on, Old Top, shine on! Through leagues of lifeless air Shine on! It's true I've no more shirts to wear, My underwear is soaked, 'tis true, My gullet is a redhot flue-- But don't let that unsettle you! Never you mind! Shine on! [It shines on.] [The end] Bert Leston Taylor's poem: To The Sun ________________________________________________ GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

A poem by Bert Leston Taylor