There is poetry here….our guests at Brook Farm Inn, a Lenox MA B&B, enjoy our “Poem of the Day” and the many volumes of poetry that we enjoy sharing. So we’re glad to celebrate April as National Poetry Month. Here’s a poem written by William Shenstone who lived 1714-1763. Even though it’s from the 18th century, we think it’s a fine description of a Berkshires getaway!
Written at an Inn by William Shenstone (1714-1763)
To thee, fair freedom, I retire
From flattery, cards, and dice, and din;
Nor art thou found in mansions higher
Than the low cot, or humble inn.
‘Tis here with boundless power I reign;
And every health which I begin,
Converts dull port to bright champagne;
Such freedom crowns it at an inn.
I fly from pomp, I fly from plate,
I fly from falsehood’s specious grin!
Freedom I love, and form I hate,
And choose my lodgings at an inn.
Here, waiter, take my sordid ore,
Which lackeys else might hope to win;
It buys, what courts have not in store;
It buys me freedom at an inn.
Whoe’er has travelled life’s dull round,
Where’er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn.