A RHYME of good Death's inn! My love came to that door; And she had need of many things, The way had been so sore. My love she lifted up her head, "And is there room?" said she; "There was no room in Bethlehem's inn For Christ who died for me." But said the keeper of the inn, "His name is on the door." My love then straightway entered there: She hath come back no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT SONG, FR. ERNEST MALTRAVERS by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON CARRION COMFORT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE |