UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY Read the poem and answer the question I wonder how long, you awful parasite Shall share me this little bed, And make me, from sweet dreams be lost By sucking blood from my poor head. I should but say man has much Blood, which you and your families do feed on; for supper, dinner, and lunch, And besides, you do in my bed breed. Clever thou art, tiny creature; You attend me when I am deep asleep; When thou art sure, I cant you capture, Just as the time I snore deep. ''Tis so strange that before twilight, The bed clear of you would seem; For not one you is in my sight As if your presence was in a dream. The dominant attitude of the poet is one of
