Tavern lyrics: Edna St. Vincent Millay I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest Where all the grey-eyed people Can set them down and rest There will be plates a-plenty And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen up the hill There sound will sleep the traveler And dream his journey’s end But I will rise at midnight The fading fire to tend Oh I know it’s a curious fancy But all the good I've known Was taught to me by two grey eyes A long time ago