A Parting Guest

What delightful hosts are they --
   Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
   This late hour, yet glad enough
They have not withheld from me
   Their high hospitality.
So, with face lit with delight
   And all gratitude, I stay
   Yet to press their hands and say,
"Thanks. -- So fine a time! Good night."

by James Whitcomb Riley

Comments (1)

heya I just discovered that you're dead, then who writes your poetry here? Do you have some eternal hands that can type although you might not have known typing since it wasn't the age of computers when you were alive.