Ballads and Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

THE POOR TRAVELLER


 

I CAME to a roadside dwelling,
    With great eaves low and wide,
Asking my way to the village,
    And they bade me step inside.

Welcome and cheer they gave me,—

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    Were comrades loving and strong;
And they bade me wait for supper;
    But I could not stay so long.

Nothing I brought to the house,
    But the garb of ruddy and tan,

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Suited for pleasure or wear,
    Befitting a roving man.

Nothing I brought to the Inn
    But the traveller’s cloak I wore;
And that, when I came away,

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    I needs must drop by the door.