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I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May set them down and rest.
There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.
There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
Aye, 'tis a curious fancy--
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Poet and playwright Edna St. Vincent Millay was the first woman to win a Pulitzer Prize. She began publishing poems while still in high school and earned a full scholarship to Vassar based largely on a single poem, called "Renascence." Part of a prominent group of artists and writers who lived in Greenwich Village, Millay was as famous for her bohemian lifestyle as for her writing. She spent the last half of her life entertaining fellow artists with her husband at Steepletop, their pastoral New York estate, which is now a National Historic Landmark.
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Joe Cottonwood:
I have blue-grey eyes. I always thought it was because I was born in Maryland between the North and the South. Ms Millay seems to say otherwise.
Posted 03/10/2026 11:26 AM
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EstherJ:
Kind of makes me wonder what the rest of the story is behind this poem or is it purely imaginary? Either way it draws me in.
Posted 03/10/2026 09:48 AM
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Darrell Arnold:
I like it. I'm not very good at doing it. Writing concise four stanza poems with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Fewer words, simple story, excellent rhyme and meter.
Posted 03/10/2026 08:26 AM
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