THE STIRRUP-CUP
by: John Hay (1838-1905)
- Y short
and happy day is done,
- The long and dreary night comes on,
- And at my door the pale horse stands
- To carry me to unknown lands.
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- His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof,
- Sound dreadful as a gathering storm;
- And I must leave this sheltering roof
- And joys of life so soft and warm.
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- Tender and warm the joys of life,--
- Good friends, the faithful and the true;
- My rosy children and my wife,
- So sweet to kiss, so fair to view,--
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- So sweet to kiss, so fair to view:
- The night comes down, the lights burn blue;
- And at my door the pale horse stands
- To bear me forth to unknown lands.
"The Stirrup-Cup" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915. |
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