Tavern

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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There shall be plates a-plenty,
Aye, 'tis a curious fancy—
But I will rouse at midnight
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
Who happen up the hill.
May sit them down and rest.
Wherein all grey-eyed people
And mugs to melt the chill
And dream his journey's end,
But all the good I know
A long time ago.
I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
The falling fire to tend.
Of all the grey-eyed people
There sound will sleep the traveller,