Two Taverns
Reading edition
I remember how I lay On a bank a summer day, Peering into weed and flower: Watched a poppy all one hour; Watched it till the air grew chill In the darkness of the hill; Till I saw a wild bee dart Out of the cold to the poppy’s heart; Saw the petals gently spin, And shut the little lodger in. Then I took the quiet road To my own secure abode. All night long his tavern hung; Now it rested, now it swung; I asleep in steadfast tower, He asleep in stirring flower; In our hearts the same delight In the hushes of the night; Over us both the same dear care As we slumbered unaware.