I STAND in the dark; I beat on the floor, Let me in, Death. Through the storm am I come; I find you before: Let me in, Death. For him that is sweet, and for him that is shall, I beat on the door, I cry, and I call: Let me in, Death. For he was my bow of the almond-tree fair: Let me in, Death. You brake it; it whitens no more by the stair: Let me in, Death. For he was my lamp in the House of the Lord; You quenched, and left me this dark and the sword: Let me in, Death. I that was rich do ask you for alms: Let me in, Death. I that was full, uplift your stripped palms: Let me in, Death. Back to me now give the child that I had; Cast into mine arms my little sweet lad: Let me in, Death. Are you grown so deaf that you cannot hear? Let me in, Death. Unclose the dim eye, and unstop the ear: Let me in, Death. I will call so loud, I will cry so sore, You must for shame's sake come open the door: Let me in, Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! by WALT WHITMAN FOAM STRAY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |