A Strange Meeting
| A Strange Meeting
written by William Henry Davies
|From "Forty New Poems", (1918)||Link to further information|
The moon is full, and so am I;
The night is late, the ale was good;
And I must go two miles and more
Along a country road.
Now what is this that's drawing near?
It seems a man, and tall;
But where the face should show its white
I see no white at all.
Where is his face: or do I see
The back part of his head,
And, with his face turned round about,
He walks this way? I said.
He's close at hand, but where's the face?
What devil is this I see?
I'm glad my body's warm with ale,
There's trouble here for me.
I clutch my staff, I make a halt,
'His blood or mine,' said I.
'Good-night,' the black man said to me,
As he went passing by.
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