Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year
He said to his friend, "If the British m...
Staying at an innwhere prostitutes are also sleeping— bush clover and the moon
Have you supped at the Inn of Apollo,
While the last light fades from the West
Has the Lord of the Sun, at the world's end,
Poured you his ripest and best
I came to the crowded Inn of Earth,
And called for a cup of wine,
But the Host went by with averted eye From a thirst as keen as mine
Then I sat down with weariness And asked a bit of bread,