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A cold uninterrupted rain	A
That washed each southern window pane	A
And made a river of the road	B
A sea of mist that overflowed	B
The house the barns the gilded vane	A
And drowned the upland and the plain	A
Through which the oak trees broad and high	C
Like phantom ships went drifting by	C
And hidden behind a watery screen	D
The sun unseen or only seen	D
As a faint pallor in the sky	C
Thus cold and colorless and gray	E
The morn of that autumnal day	E
As if reluctant to begin	F
Dawned on the silent Sudbury Inn	F
And all the guests that in it lay	E
	-
Full late they slept They did not hear	G
The challenge of Sir Chanticleer	G
Who on the empty threshing floor	G
Disdainful of the rain outside	H
Was strutting with a martial stride	H
As if upon his thigh he wore	G
The famous broadsword of the Squire	G
And said 'Behold me and admire '	-
	-
Only the Poet seemed to hear	G
In drowse or dream more near and near	G
Across the border land of sleep	I
The blowing of a blithesome horn	J
That laughed the dismal day to scorn	J
A splash of hoofs and rush of wheels	K
Through sand and mire like stranding keels	K
As from the road with sudden sweep	I
The Mail drove up the little steep	I
And stopped beside the tavern door	G
A moment stopped and then again	L
With crack of whip and bark of dog	M
Plunged forward through the sea of fog	N
And all was silent as before	G
All silent save the dripping rain	A
	-
Then one by one the guests came down	O
And greeted with a smile the Squire	G
Who sat before the parlor fire	G
Reading the paper fresh from town	O
First the Sicilian like a bird	P
Before his form appeared was heard	P
Whistling and singing down the stair	G
Then came the Student with a look	Q
As placid as a meadow brook	Q
The Theologian still perplexed	R
With thoughts of this world and the next	R
The Poet then as one who seems	S
Walking in visions and in dreams	S
Then the Musician like a fair	G
Hyperion from whose golden hair	G
The radiance of the morning streams	S
And last the aromatic Jew	T
Of Alicant who as he threw	T
The door wide open on the air	G
Breathed round about him a perfume	U
Of damask roses in full bloom	U
Making a garden of the room	U
	-
The breakfast ended each pursued	V
The promptings of his various mood	V
Beside the fire in silence smoked	W
The taciturn impassive Jew	T
Lost in a pleasant revery	G
While by his gravity provoked	W
His portrait the Sicilian drew	G
And wrote beneath it 'Edrehi	X
At the Red Horse in Sudbury '	-
	-
By far the busiest of them all	Y
The Theologian in the hall	Y
Was feeding robins in a cage	Z
Two corpulent and lazy birds	A2
Vagrants and pilferers at best	B2
If one might trust the hostler's words	A2
Chief instrument of their arrest	B2
Two poets of the Golden Age	Z
Heirs of a boundless heritage	C2
Of fields and orchards east and west	B2
And sunshine of long summer days	D2
Though outlawed now and dispossessed	B2
Such was the Theologian's phrase	D2
	-
Meanwhile the Student held discourse	E2
With the Musician on the source	E2
Of all the legendary lore	G
Among the nations scattered wide	H
Like silt and seaweed by the force	E2
And fluctuation of the tide	H
The tale repeated o'er and o'er	G
With change of place and change of name	F2
Disguised transformed and yet the same	F2
We've heard a hundred times before	G
	-
The Poet at the window mused	G2
And saw as in a dream confused	G2
The countenance of the Sun discrowned	G2
And haggard with a pale despair	G
And saw the cloud rack trail and drift	G2
Before it and the trees uplift	G2
Their leafless branches and the air	G
Filled with the arrows of the rain	A
And heard amid the mist below	H2
Like voices of distress and pain	A
That haunt the thoughts of men insane	A
The fateful cawings of the crow	H2
	-
Then down the road with mud besprent	G2
And drenched with rain from head to hoof	I2
The rain drops dripping from his mane	A
And tail as from a pent house roof	I2
A jaded horse his head down bent	G2
Passed slowly limping as he went	G2
	-
The young Sicilian who had grown	J2
Impatient longer to abide	G2
A prisoner greatly mortified	G2
To see completely overthrown	J2
His plans for angling in the brook	Q
And leaning o'er the bridge of stone	J2
To watch the speckled trout glide by	C
And float through the inverted sky	C
Still round and round the baited hook	Q
Now paced the room with rapid stride	G2
And pausing at the Poet's side	G2
Looked forth and saw the wretched steed	G2
And said 'Alas for human greed	G2
That with cold hand and stony eye	C
Thus turns an old friend out to die	C
Or beg his food from gate to gate	G2
This brings a tale into my mind	G2
Which if you are not disinclined	G2
To listen I will now relate '	-
	-
All gave assent all wished to hear	G
Not without many a jest and jeer	G
The story of a spavined steed	G2
And even the Student with the rest	G2
Put in his pleasant little jest	G2
Out of Malherbe that Pegasus	K2
Is but a horse that with all speed	G2
Bears poets to the hospital	L2
While the Sicilian self possessed	G2
After a moment's interval	L2
Began his simple story thus	K2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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