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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AGLAVAINE, by LEWIS WORTHINGTON SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Aglavaine came to the inn Last Line: Who find good quarters at an inn. | |||
Aglavaine came to the inn. They gave him the foulest room. He, with a heart to win Love like the rose for bloom, Slept with the rustling straw for bed And cobwebbed rafters overhead. Aglavaine's red-faced host Kept revel all night long; The barmaid was their toast, The devil's flings their song. Still through the noise he heard the leaves Tossed in the wind against the eaves. Aglavaine heard the choir Chant in the church unseen; Then, with a heart of fire For beauty fine and clean, Ate where a clown might loathe to dine, While all his fellows reeled with wine. Aglavaine came to the inn. Short was their speech and curt. He of the tender chin, Lonely and worn and hurt, Saw through his window-round of sky God's pageantry of stars go by. Aglavaine sang in the sun, Taking the morning road. His was the course begun, His but the firstling load. They travel far and sup with sin Who find good quarters at an inn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEWS FROM YORKTOWN by LEWIS WORTHINGTON SMITH RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION by ROBERT HERRICK BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT |
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