Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GUEST, by HARRIET MCEWEN KIMBALL First Line: Speechless sorrow sat with me Last Line: Was the guest that supped with me! | ||||||||
SPEECHLESS Sorrow sat with me; I was sighing wearily; Lamp and fire were out; the rain Wildly beat the window-pane. In the dark I heard a knock, And a hand was on the lock; One in waiting spake to me, Saying sweetly, "I am come to sup with thee." All my room was dark and damp: "Sorrow," said I, "trim the lamp, Light the fire, and cheer thy face, Set the guest-chair in its place." And again I heard the knock; In the dark I found the lock: -- "Enter, I have turned the key; Enter, Stranger, Who art come to sup with me." Opening wide the door he came, But I could not speak his name; In the guest-chair took his place, But I could not see his face. When my cheerful fire was beaming, When my little lamp was gleaming, And the feast was spread for three, Lo, my MASTER Was the Guest that supped with me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLESSED TASK by HARRIET MCEWEN KIMBALL UNDOWERED by HARRIET MCEWEN KIMBALL WHITE AZALEAS by HARRIET MCEWEN KIMBALL BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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