"Where are you going to-night, to-night, -- <br />Where are you going, John Evereldown? <br />There's never the sign of a star in sight, <br />Nor a lamp that's nearer than Tilbury Town. <br />Why do you stare as a dead man might? <br />Where are you pointing away from the light? <br />And where are you going to-night, to-night, -- <br />Where are you going, John Evereldown?" <br /> <br />"Right through the forest, where none can see, <br />There's where I'm going, to Tilbury Town. <br />The men are asleep, -- or awake, may be, -- <br />But the women are calling John Evereldown. <br />Ever and ever they call for me, <br />And while they call can a man be free? <br />So right through the forest, where none can see, <br />There's where I'm going, to Tilbury Town." <br /> <br />"But why are you going so late, so late, -- <br />Why are you going, John Evereldown? <br />Though the road be smooth and the path be straight, <br />There are two long leagues to Tilbury Town. <br />Come in by the fire, old man, and wait! <br />Why do you chatter out there by the gate? <br />And why are you going so late, so late, -- <br />Why are you going, John Evereldown?" <br /> <br />"I follow the women wherever they call, -- <br />That's why I'm going to Tilbury Town. <br />God knows if I pray to be done with it all, <br />But God is no friend to John Evereldown. <br />So the clouds may come and the rain may fall, <br />The shadows may creep and the dead men crawl, -- <br />But I follow the women wherever they call, <br />And that's why I'm going to Tilbury Town."<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-evereldown/
