Author Sir William Watson When did the Muses giggle, looking down From sacred heights with most unsolemn gaze? 'Twas when they saw our drowsiest statesman crown Our drowsiest bard with bays. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments