Making a Feast
Ho! Friends and enemies of Pennyfields,A feast is spread, and you are all invited.Many tides have risen and retiredSince I left the fervid skies of my own countryFor the thin skies and leaden streets of the West.Long have I sojourned, seeking my desire,Keeping my shop, and looking always with long eyesAt others’ guesting-tables, at whose top sat love.
From my cold cornerI have watched their feast of fondness, and my heart has flown away,And has beaten like a lost bird at their windows,And none would let him in.
But now, O honourables,My window is alight, my room is warmed,The table is set and the places are laid, and Love waits to greet you.