The Toll-gate Man
The Toll-gate Man
Original Text
Wilson MacDonald, Out of the Wilderness
(Ottawa: Graphic Publishers, 1926): 119-21.
1They tore down the toll-gate
2 By the songless mill,
3But the gray gate-man
4 Takes toll there still;
5And he takes from all
6 Whether or not they will.
7Few people see him,
8 With his moonlit hair,
9Taking with ghost palms
10 The old, slim fare.
11But the whole night long
12 He waits sadly there.
13In winter on the snow
14 I can hear his shoes
15Crunching me welcome,
16 Crunching me adieus:
17But wherever he goes
18 He leaves no clews.
19Strange coin I pay him,
20 Minted in my soul--
21Tears I caught long ago
22 In a silver bowl,
23Sighings for a lost love:
24 These I pay for toll.
25Strangely does his hand come
26 Out of the thin wind,
27And strangely is the night air
28 About his shoulders pinned.
29So white his hair is you would think
30 His soul had never sinned.
31The fool goes by him,
32 In a blazing car,
33Sighing: "How lonely
34 These crossroads are.”
35But the old gate-man
36 Will follow him far.
37Follow him until he pays
38 As men paid of old;
39But not with cold silver
40 And not with warm gold,
41But with that treasure
42 Which is life to hold.
43On dark, wet nights
44 In the slanting rain
45The gate-man bends
46 With an old, old pain;
47But on warm, clear nights
48 He grows straight again.
49They tore down the toll-gate
50 By the songless mill,
51But the gray gate-man
52 Takes toll there still;
53You can see his moonlit hair
54 From the next far hill.
RPO poem Editors
Ian Lancashire / Sharine Leung
RPO Edition
2011
Rhyme
Form