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2020.02.23 11:34

On the Ruins of a Country Inn by Philip Freneau.

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WHERE now these mingled ruins lie
A temple once to Bacchus rose,
Beneath whose roof, aspiring high,
Full many a guest forgot his woes.

No more this dome, by tempests torn,
Affords a social safe retreat;
But ravens here, with eye forlorn,
And clustering bats henceforth will meet.

The Priestess of this ruined shrine,
Unable to survive the stroke,
Presents no more the ruddy wine,—
Her glasses gone, her china broke.

The friendly Host, whose social hand
Accosted strangers at the door,
Has left at length his wonted stand,
And greets the weary guest no more.
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  • Shamus 2020.02.23 11:36

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    What a beautiful poem. It's about the impermanence of all things and is a lamentation on an inn that once stood and brought happiness to many people but is now nothing more than ruins. ❤
  • ゆき 2020.02.23 15:41

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    I love ruins! Each scene comes into my mind. So beautiful😢✨ Thank you always😊

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