A wayside Inn ‘neath safety of the Oak,
And have bequeath a shade that’s safe and warm –
For the Lonely Heart to share at the stroke
Of midnight; candles lighting up the gloom.
Now in starlight skies Darkness wraps its cape,
Misty twilight has long since met its doom;
Solitude takes leave in rhapsody drape!
The Wine seeps in and senses soon depart,
And Damp is swept away in hasty fire;
The Stranger is awake and by my heart,
I wonder what he feels out of the mire.
And should he leave when light in morn unfolds –
My inn in Desert; stays without a Soul!
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