Every wild wing of the harried, the hunted, 5 10 Where the tree dips to the wide placid water, Beautiful wings of the air and the river, Here in this solitude stayed is the hand of man, 15 THEODOSIA GARRISON (FAULKS) THE GREEN INN I sicken of men's company, The crowded tavern's din, Where all day long with oath and song So come I out from noise and rout Here none may mock an empty purse But Silence waits within the gates, And peace beside the door; The roof is high and arched and blue, On my four walls the sunlight falls In golden flecks and fine; And swift and fleet on noiseless feet Upon my board they set my store- As from a cup I drink it up It's I will sit in God's Green Inn Yet ever fed and comforted, And watched at night by that white light Oh, you who in the House of Strife Quarrel and game and sin, Come out and see what cheer may be Who come at last from drought and fast |