I was not asked if I should like to come. I have not seen my host here since I came, Or had a word of welcome in his name. Some say that we shall never see him, and some That we shall see him elsewhere, and then know Why we were bid. How long I am to stay I have not the least notion. None, they say, Was ever told when he should come or go. But every now and then there bursts upon The song and mirth a lamentable noise, A sound of shrieks and sobs, that strikes our joys Dumb in our breasts; and then, some one is gone. They say we meet him. None knows where or when. We know we shall not meet him here again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON A SEA SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM MINNIE AND WINNIE by ALFRED TENNYSON TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE MOUSE AND THE PADDOCK by AESOP SONNET TO A FRIEND, ON HIS SECOND MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON |