Author Ralph Waldo Emerson I have supped with the gods tonight Shall I come under wooden roofs? As I walked on the hills The great stars did not shine aloof But they hurried down from their deep abodes And hemmed me in their glittering troop Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments