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Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Tavern
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Whenever I go by there nowadays 
And look at the rank weeds and the strange grass,  
The torn blue curtains and the broken glass,  
I seem to be afraid of the old place;  
And something stiffens up and down my face,
For all the world as if I saw the ghost  
Of old Ham Amory, the murdered host,  
With his dead eyes turned on me all aglaze.  
  
The Tavern has a story, but no man  
Can tell us what it is. We only know
That once long after midnight, years ago,  
A stranger galloped up from Tilbury Town,  
Who brushed, and scared, and all but overran  
That skirt-crazed reprobate, John Evereldown.
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