The Day is Done
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Monopoly Man
Alright, stick with us here. Remember the Monopoly Man, with his top hat and his cane and big mustache? You always see him running around, buying properties, winning beauty contests, and getting out of jail. All that action has to be tiring, right? What do you think he does when he gets home and finally gets to kick off his fancy shoes? We bet he just wants someone to read him a story.
We also imagine he'd talk a lot like the speaker of "The Day is Done," a little old-timey and pompous: "For like strains of martial music" (line 21) and so forth. Come on, just try to imagine him in his mansion on Park Place, in his comfy chair, with a glass of warm milk, asking you to read him a story. He always seemed like a nice guy, and we imagine he'd have down-to-earth taste. So, next time you pass Go and collect $200, imagine that little guy reciting Longfellow to you.