| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Little Tavern | | By Edna St. Vincent Millay |
| | | I’LL keep a little tavern | |
| Below the high hill’s crest, | |
| Wherein all gray-eyed people | |
| May set them down and rest. | |
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| There shall be plates a-plenty, | 5 |
| And mugs to melt the chill | |
| Of all the gray-eyed people | |
| Who happen up the hill. | |
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| There sound will sleep the traveler, | |
| And dream his journey’s end, | 10 |
| But I will rouse at midnight | |
| The falling fire to tend. | |
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| Aye, ’tis a curious fancy— | |
| But all the good I know | |
| Was taught me out of two gray eyes | 15 |
| A long time ago. | | | | |
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