A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.
The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, 'Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.'
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
'Stranger, I wish I knew.'
Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.
The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.
The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.
-I love this poem because it's such a heart-melting poem.
It got me thinking of my responsibilities as an individual.
Life could be lonely at times and people we meet in our lives
are not related to us. There is one in a million chance of meeting the person next
to you right now. It made me wonder of the friends that i have next to me and
how much they mean to me because it's almost like a miracle to have them
here.
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Hi david! your poem is powerful. I think it shows great deal of what the bridgroom feels and what kind of responsibilities he must take on. Thanks for presenting such a nice poem. Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets! Look forward to seeing your next post:)
Hello, David! your poem is pretty good. It tells about how the bridegroom feels like. Thank you for posting this nice poem. Bye~!
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