The Good Inn

Herman K Viele 1856 (New York City) – 1908 (New York)



What care if the day
Be turned to gray,
What care if the night come soon!
We may choose the pace
Who bow for grace
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.

Ah, hurrying Sirs,
Drive deep your spurs,
For it's far to the steepled town -
Where the wallet's weight
Shall fix your state
And buy for ye smile or frown.
Through our tiles of green
Do the stars between
Laugh down from the skies of June,
And there's naught to pay
For a couch of hay
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.

You laboring lout,
Pull out, pull out,
With a hand to the creaking tire,
For it's many a mile
By path and stile
To the old wife crouched by the fire.
But the door is wide
In the hedgerow side,
And we ask not bowl nor spoon
Whose draught of must
Makes soft the crust
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.

Then, here's to the Inn
Of the empty bin,
To the Host of the trackless dune!
And here's to the friend
Of the journey's end
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 25, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme aabccB cxdeedffbaaB gghiihjjbkkB llbmmB
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 884
Words 191
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 6, 12, 12, 6

Herman K Viele

Herman Knickerbocker Viele, son of Theresa Griffin, and General Egbert L. Vielé, who divorced after both parents had separate affairs, and the siblings were broke up, between the two parents. The two youngest went with their mother to France, while Herman stayed with his father in New York. Herman followed his father in becoming a Civil Engineer, and worked in two major developments; Leadville, in the 1870s, which was at the time a budding mining town, and Washington D.C. in 1885, where he worked on expanding the Capital City until his health failed. Herman also took some from his mother, as she was from a line of creative people, and was known as a playwright, and novelist. He wrote Inn Of the Silver Moon, in 1900, a delightful piece with some very interesting creations. "Vielé delighted in creating delightfully fantastic conditions lightly bordering upon the impossible” more…

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