SHE thought by heaven's high wall that she did stray Till she beheld the everlasting gate: And she climbed up to it to long, and wait, Feel with her hands (for it was night), and lay Her lips to it with kisses; thus to pray That it might open to her desolate. And lo! it trembled, lo! her passionate Crying prevailed. A little little way It opened: there fell out a thread of light, And she saw winged wonders move within; Also she heard sweet talking as they meant To comfort her. They said, 'Who comes to-night Shall one day certainly an entrance win;' Then the gate closed and she awoke content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILGRIM FATHERS by LEONARD BACON (1802-1881) THE LAY OF SAINT MEDARD; A LEGEND OF AFRIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE LAST MAN: METAPHOR OF RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES GRISELDA: CHAPTER 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ASOLANDO: MUCKLE-MOUTH MEG by ROBERT BROWNING A GENUINE DIALOGUE BETWEEN A GENTLEWOMAN AT DERBY AND HER MAID by JOHN BYROM |