I CAME to the doors of the House of Love And knocked as the starry night went by; And my true love cried "Who knocks?" and I said "It is I." And Love looked down from a lattice above Where the roses were dry as the lips of the dead; "There is not room in the House of Love For you both," he said. I plucked a leaf from the porch and crept Away through a desert of scoffs and scorns To a lonely place where I prayed and wept And wove me a crown of thorns. I came once more to the House of Love And knocked, ah softly and wistfully, And my true love cried "Who knocks?" and I said "None now but thee." And the great doors opened wide apart And a voice rang out from a glory of light, "Make room, make room for a faithful heart In the House of Love, to-night." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON SICK LEAVE, 1916 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE FADELESS CANVAS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN ENVY; A FRAGMENT by JANE BOWDLER THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: LEAFLESS HOURS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |