The Last Guest
Why have you lit so bright a fire
For chatterers to sit about,
While wistful at the door,
And lonely at the door,
One waits without?
Why have you spread so rich a feast
For careless and insatiate,
While eager at the door,
And wanly at the door,
Waits one most delicate?
When the night deepens, and the guests
Have passed to some new clamorous goal,
Let in the quiet one,
Let in the longing one, —
Close to the last red embers draw
Your welcome soul.
For chatterers to sit about,
While wistful at the door,
And lonely at the door,
One waits without?
Why have you spread so rich a feast
For careless and insatiate,
While eager at the door,
And wanly at the door,
Waits one most delicate?
When the night deepens, and the guests
Have passed to some new clamorous goal,
Let in the quiet one,
Let in the longing one, —
Close to the last red embers draw
Your welcome soul.
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