UNWELCOME
by: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
(1861-1907)
- E were young,
we were merry, we were very very wise,
- And the door stood open at our feast,
- When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
- And a man with his back to the East.
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- O, still grew the hearts that were beating so fast,
- The loudest voice was still.
- The jest died away on our lips as thy passed,
- And the rays of July struck chill.
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- The cups of red wine turned pale on the board,
- The white bread black as soot.
- The hound forgot the hand of her lord,
- She fell down at his foot.
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- Low let me lie, where the dead dog lies,
- Ere I sit me down again at a feast,
- When there passes a woman with the West in her eyes,
- And a man with his back to the East.
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