Sara Teasedale: The Inn of Earth

The Inn of Earth

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, But the Host went by with averted eye    And never a word he said.
While always from the outer night    The waiting souls came in With stifled cries of sharp surprise    At all the light and din.
"Then give me a bed to sleep," I said,    "For midnight comes apace"— But the Host went by with averted eye And I never saw his face.
"Since there is neither food nor rest,    I go where I fared before"— But the Host went by with averted eye    And barred the outer door.