A stranger came to the door at eve, <br />And he spoke the bridegroom fair. <br />He bore a green-white stick in his hand, <br />And, for all burden, care. <br />He asked with the eyes more than the lips <br />For a shelter for the night, <br />And he turned and looked at the road afar <br />Without a window light. <br /> <br />The bridegroom came forth into the porch <br />With, 'Let us look at the sky, <br />And question what of the night to be, <br />Stranger, you and I.' <br />The woodbine leaves littered the yard, <br />The woodbine berries were blue, <br />Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind; <br />'Stranger, I wish I knew.' <br /> <br />Within, the bride in the dusk alone <br />Bent over the open fire, <br />Her face rose-red with the glowing coal <br />And the thought of the heart's desire. <br /> <br />The bridegroom looked at the weary road, <br />Yet saw but her within, <br />And wished her heart in a case of gold <br />And pinned with a silver pin. <br /> <br />The bridegroom thought it little to give <br />A dole of bread, a purse, <br />A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God, <br />Or for the rich a curse; <br /> <br />But whether or not a man was asked <br />To mar the love of two <br />By harboring woe in the bridal house, <br />The bridegroom wished he knew.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-a-question-2/
