Courtesy

I think we should arise and go.
A thousand guests, and more,
Are pressing at the outer gates,
Or knocking at the door.

They need the little space we take —
How gay and strong they seem!
Though we are drowsing more and more,
Their eyes are stars a-gleam.

We'll say good-bye and leave them now —
We thank our gracious hosts;
But larger homes begin to call
From all the upper coasts.

I think we should arise and go.
A thousand guests, and more,
Are pressing at the outer gates,
Or knocking at the door.

They need the little space we take —
How gay and strong they seem!
Though we are drowsing more and more,
Their eyes are stars a-gleam.

We'll say good-bye and leave them now —
We thank our gracious hosts;
But larger homes begin to call
From all the upper coasts.
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