EDNA

Tavern

I'll keep a little tavern
   Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
   May sit 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, 1917