Welcome to the Tavern.
Come in, sit down, and get a drink.
Everyone is accepted.
Existing in it own time-space dimension,
the tavern welcome all beings,
be you from future or past, heaven or hell,
real or not,
join us in our merriment.
I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May set them down and rest.
There shall 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 traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
Aye, 'tis a curious fancy—
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.
------------------------------ by Edna St. Vincent Millay