Long tables, false nostalgia for the middle ages.
Long tables: expectations of merriment fade.
Long table at the dining hall; it’s empty, save me.
Bit battered on the sides, a resilient top (varnished?)
Scores of students at 7pm… too many, yes. At 7 am,
Scarce to find a single person willing to sit at the middling
Feature of the room. There was a girl, she looked plain,
Plainly unhappy. At the long table I tried to read her secrets,
And I was rebuffed, at the long table. I supposed long tables
Make long faced students of us all.