Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TAVERN, by WILLA SIBERT CATHER Poet's Biography First Line: In the tavern of my heart Last Line: None will come forevermore. Subject(s): Love - Loss Of | ||||||||
In the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And departing, come no more. When the night was cold without, And the ravens croaked of storm, They have sat them at my hearth, Telling me my house was warm. As the lute and cup went round, They have rhymed me well in lay; -- When the hunt was on at morn, Each, departing, went his way. On the walls, in compliment, Some would scrawl a verse or two, Some have hung a willow branch, Or a wreath of corn-flowers blue. Ah! my friend, when thou dost go, Leave no wreath of flowers for me; Not pale daffodils nor rue, Violets nor rosemary. Spill the wine upon the lamps, Tread the fire, and bar the door; So despoil the wretched place, None will come forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AND MURRAY by CONRAD AIKEN THOUGH WE NO LONGER POSSESS IT by MARK JARMAN THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS IN HER FACE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOVE COME AND GONE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE A SCOTCH SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER A LIKENESS (PORTRAIT BUST OF AN UNKNOWN, CAPITOL, ROME) by WILLA SIBERT CATHER |
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