We gave you mountain fare, Not reckoning the cost, And I'm not a-meaning fodder and meat -- Hit's confidence we lost. Friend of our friend you came, -- The proper password here, -- So we sang our ballets and told our tales To make our friend good cheer. No matter how we know You mocked our ways and looks. Naught's hidden but shall be revealed, Is writ in the Book of Books. Don't think us stricken deep. You'll not be named again. Who breaks our bread, and then breaks faith, Is naught to mountain men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS SABBATH THOUGHTS by GRACE AGUILAR SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: CHICAGO by BERTON BRALEY COMRADE CHRIST by VERNE BRIGHT HUGH STUART BOYD: LEGACIES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EMANCIPATION OF THE SERFS by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH TO RALPH LEYCESTER, ESQ., IN ANSWER TO A LETTER by JOHN BYROM |