Drinkwater, John . The Toll-Gate House
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The Toll-Gate House
Drinkwater, John
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The Toll-Gate House
Scribner's Magazine, Volume 69
John Drinkwater pp. 630
Charles Scribner's Sons
New York
May, 1921 Prepared for the University of Virginia Library Electronic Text Center.
Published: 1921
English poetry; fiction LCSH 24 bit color; 400 dpi
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THE TOLL-GATE HOUSE
By John Drinkwater
THE toll-gate's gone, but still stands lone,
In the dip of the hill, the house of stone,
And over the roof in the branching pine
The great owl sits in the white moonshine.
An old man lives, and lonely, there,
His windows yet on the cross-roads stare,
And on Michaelmas night in all the years
A galloping far and faint he hears. . . .
His casement open wide he flings
With "Who goes there," and a lantern swings. . . .
But never more in the dim moonbeam
Than a cloak and a plume and the silver gleam
Of passing spurs in the night can he see,
For the toll-gate's gone and the road is free.
