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...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |