THE BEWILDERED GUEST
by: William Dean Howells
- WAS not
asked if I should like to come.
- I have not seen my host here since I came,
- Or had a word of welcome in his name.
- Some say that we shall never see him, and some
- That we shall see him elsewhere, and then know
- Why we were bid. How long I am to stay
- I have not the least notion. None, they say,
- Was ever told when he should come or go.
- But every now and then there bursts upon
- The song and mirth a lamentable noise,
- A sound of shrieks and sobs, that strikes our joys
- Dumb in our breasts; and then, some one is gone.
- They say we meet him. None knows where or when.
- We know we shall not meet him here again.
MORE POEMS BY WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS
"The Bewildered Guest"
is reprinted from Harper's Magazine, Volume 86, Issue
514 (March, 1893).