I HAVE no pomp to offer thee; Just my heart's hospitality— A little beam, but one to light The lodging of an anchorite. A slumber deep, a dreamless rest, To thee within this room, dear guest! 'Tis sweet to me that thou and I This night beneath one roof shall lie; For this I deem most dear, my guest, In all the world, or east or west, Where'er thy tarrying may be, Blessed is the roof that shelters thee! —Anne Arrabin in @3The Century.@1 No pompous couch, no trappings grand, Do I, a weary guest, demand. Your hospitality of heart Compels my gratitude, in part. In part, because I find the guest Gets hardly any dreamless rest; The kitchen always is below His room; at half-past five or so He hears (pretending not to mind her) Your Katie at the coffee-grinder; Again he tries to sleep, but can't Because the covers are too scant. I know it's wrong, or north or south, To look a gift room in the mouth; But if it's all the same to you, I'll take the 11:32 Don't bother, please, to take me down— I really must get back to town. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OURS THE VOWS by BERNARD BARTON THE LATEST DECALOGUE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON MODERN LOVE: 34 by GEORGE MEREDITH UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |