Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof. Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest, Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I. All of the night was quite barred out except An owl's cry, a most melancholy cry Shaken out long and clear upon the hill, No merry note, nor cause of merriment, But one telling me plain what I escaped And others could not, that night, as in I went. And salted was my food, and my repose, Salted and sobered, too, by the bird's voice Speaking for all who lay under the stars, Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK LITTLE WINDOWS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |