Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the spreading Of the straw for a bedding, And the fleas that tease the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of the tar? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers (Under the dark of the vine verandah)? Do you remember an Inn, Miranda, Do you remember an Inn? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers Who hadn't got a penny, And who weren't paying any, And the hammer at the doors and the Din? And the Hip! -- Hop! -- Hap! Of the clap Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl Of the girl gone chancing, Glancing, Dancing, Backing and advancing, Snapping of the clapper to the spin Out and in -- And the Ting, Tong, Tang of the guitar! Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? Never more; Miranda. Never more. Only the high peaks hoar: And Aragon a torrent at the door. No sound In the walls of the Halls where falls The tread Of the feet of the dead to the ground. No sound: Only the boom Of the far Waterfall like Doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU HOW GREY THE WORLD WAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE ONE FOUNDATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |