After the lights went out in my new room
I judged my setting by its sound and smell.
I found it quite as pleasant as a tomb,
And roughly ample as a prison cell;
For, more or less a yard above my bed,
Atop the lofty bunk above my own
My brother breathed a snore to wake the dead.
But then he settled with a mighty groan.
Oppressive thought it was, and surely damp,
I closed my eyes searched again for sleep
But soon I was compelled to light the lamp.
Then down the hallway did I softly creep.
I wondered round the house by light of moon
Then finally fell asleep till next day’s noon.