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Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay Tavern I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen up the hill. There sound will sleep the traveller, And dream his journey’s end, But I will rouse at midnight The falling fire to tend. Aye, ’tis a curious fancy— But all the good I know Was taught me out of two grey eyes A long time ago. Edna St. Vincent Millay Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems: 1310 Views |
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