Tavern Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Tavern

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I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May set them down and rest.

There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.

There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.

Aye, 'tis a curious fancy—
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

Love this poem on just a little slice of everyday living.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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