Aline Murray Kilmer
The Stirrup Cup - Poem by Aline Murray Kilmer
HERE where each road-worn one
Rests till the night is done,
In the grey dawning I saw my horse stand,
And as I left the inn
With his smooth face of sin
Smiling, mine host with a cup in his hand.
'Drink now, my merry friend,
Drink to your journey's end.
Let not the hour of our parting be sad.
Follow what road you will
One thought will cheer you still–
This warm and fragrant cup you shall have had.
'Traveller, the ride is sweet,
God speed your flying feet,
Thinking you hasten to lover and friend.
Gather the bridle up,
Drain dry the stirrup cup,
Only a cup of tears waits at the end.'
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