How I was caught Hieing home, after days of allure, And forced to an inn -- small, obscure -- At the junction, gloom-fraught. How civil my face To get them to chamber me there -- A roof I had scorned, scarce aware That it stood at the place. And how all the night I had dreams of the unwitting cause Of my lodgment. How lonely I was How consoled by her sprite! Thus onetime to me. . . Dim wastes of dead years bar away Then from now. But such happenings to-day Fall to lovers, may be! Years, years as shoaled seas, Truly, stretch now between! Less and less Shrink the visions then vast in me. -- Yes, Then in me: Now in these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH |