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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE TURTLE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM BROKEN MUSIC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |