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And all the guests that in it lay。
Full late they slept。 They did not hear
The challenge of Sir Chanticleer；
Who on the empty threshing…floor；
Disdainful of the rain outside；
Was strutting with a martial stride；
As if upon his thigh he wore
The famous broadsword of the Squire；
And said； 〃Behold me； and admire！〃
Only the Poet seemed to hear；
In drowse or dream； more near and near
Across the border…land of sleep
The blowing of a blithesome horn；
That laughed the dismal day to scorn；
A splash of hoofs and rush of wheels
Through sand and mire like stranding keels；
As from the road with sudden sweep
The Mail drove up the little steep；
And stopped beside the tavern door；
A moment stopped； and then again
With crack of whip and bark of dog
Plunged forward through the sea of fog；
And all was silent as before；
All silent save the dripping rain。
Then one by one the guests came down；
And greeted with a smile the Squire；
Who sat before the parlor fire；
Reading the paper fresh from town。
First the Sicilian； like a bird；
Before his form appeared； was heard
Whistling and singing down the stair；
Then came the Student； with a look
As placid as a meadow…brook；
The Theologian； still perplexed
With thoughts of this world and the next；
The Poet then； as one who seems
Walking in visions and in dreams；
Then the Musician； like a fair
Hyperion from whose golden hair
The radiance of the morning streams；
And last the aromatic Jew
Of Alicant； who； as he threw
The door wide open； on the air
Breathed round about him a perfume
Of damask roses in full bloom；
Making a garden of the room。
The breakfast ended； each pursued
The promptings of his various mood；
Beside the fire in silence smoked
The taciturn； impassive Jew；
Lost in a pleasant revery；
While； by his gravity provoked；
His portrait the Sicilian drew；
And wrote beneath it 〃Edrehi；
At the Red Horse in Sudbury。〃
By far the busiest of them all；
The Theologian in the hall
Was feeding robins in a cage；
Two corpulent and lazy birds；
Vagrants and pilferers at best；
If one might trust the hostler's words；
Chief instrument of their arrest；
Two poets of the Golden Age；
Heirs of a boundless heritage
Of fields and orchards； east and west；
And sunshine of long summer days；
Though outlawed now and dispossessed！
Such was the Theologian's phrase。
Meanwhile the Student held discourse
With the Musician； on the source
Of all the legendary lore
Among the nations； scattered wide
Like silt and seaweed by the force
And fluctuation of the tide；
The tale repeated o'er and o'er；
With change of place and change of name；
Disguised； transformed； and yet the same
We've heard a hundred times before。
The Poet at the window mused；
And saw； as in a dream confused；
The countenance of the Sun； discrowned；
And haggard with a pale despair；
And saw the cloud…rack trail and drift
Before it； and the trees uplift
Their leafless branches； and the air
Filled with the arrows of the rain；
And heard amid the mist below；
Like voices of distress and pain；
That haunt the thoughts of men insane；
The fateful cawings of the crow。
Then down the road； with mud besprent；
And drenched with rain from head to hoof；
The rain…drops dripping from his mane
And tail as from a pent…house roof；
A jaded horse； his head down bent；
Passed slowly； limping as he went。
The young Sicilianwho had grown
Impatient longer to abide
A prisoner； greatly mortified
To see completely overthrown
His plans for angling in the brook；
And； leaning o'er the bridge of stone；
To watch the speckled trout glide by；
And float through the inverted sky；
Still round and round the baited hook
Now paced the room with rapid stride；
And； pausing at the Poet's side；
Looked forth； and saw the wretched steed；
And said： 〃Alas for human greed；
That with cold hand and stony eye
Thus turns an old friend out to die；
Or beg his food from gate to gate！
This brings a tale into my mind；
Which； if you are not disinclined
To listen； I will now relate。〃
All gave assent； all wished to hear；
Not without many a jest and jeer；
The story of a spavined steed；
And even the Student with the rest
Put in his pleasant little jest
Out of Malherbe； that Pegasus
Is but a horse that with all speed
Bears poets to the hospital；
While the Sicilian； self…possessed；
After a moment's interval
Began his simple story thus。
THE SICILIAN'S TALE
THE BELL OF ATRI
At Atri in Abruzzo； a small town
Of ancient Roman date； but scant renown；
One of those little places that have run
Half up the hill； beneath a blazing sun；
And then sat down to rest； as if to say；
〃I climb no farther upward； come what may；〃
The Re Giovanni； now unknown to fame；
So many monarchs since have borne the name；
Had a great bell hung in the market…place
Beneath a roof； projecting some small space；
By way of shelter from the sun and rain。
Then rode he through the streets with all his train；
And； with the blast of trumpets loud and long；
Made proclamation； that whenever wrong
Was done to any man； he should but ring
The great bell in the square； and he； the King；
Would cause the Syndic to decide thereon。
Such was the proclamation of King John。
How swift the happy days in Atri sped；
What wrongs were righted； need not here be said。
Suffice it that； as all things must decay；
The hempen rope at length was worn away；
Unravelled at the end； and； strand by strand；
Loosened and wasted in the ringer's hand；
Till one； who noted this in passing by；
Mended the rope with braids of briony；
So that the leaves and tendrils of the vine
Hung like a votive garland at a shrine。
By chance it happened that in Atri dwelt
A knight； with spur on heel and sword in belt；
Who loved to hunt the wild…boar in the woods；
Who loved his falcons with their crimson hoods；
Who loved his hounds and horses； and all sports
And prodigalities of camps and courts；
Loved； or had loved them； for at last； grown old；
His only passion was the love of gold。
He sold his horses； sold his hawks and hounds；
Rented his vineyards and his garden…grounds；
Kept but one steed； his favorite steed of all；
To starve and shiver in a naked stall；
And day by day sat brooding in his chair；
Devising plans how best to hoard and spare。
At length he said： 〃What is the use or need
To keep at my own cost this lazy steed；
Eating his head off in my stables here；
When rents are low and provender is dear？
Let him go feed upon the public ways；
I want him only for the holidays。〃
So the old steed was turned into the heat
Of the long； lonely； silent； shadeless street；
And wandered in suburban lanes forlorn；
Barked at by dogs； and torn by brier and thorn。
One afternoon； as in that sultry clime
It is the custom in the summer time；
With bolted door