Our love is like a strong house Well roofed against the wind and rain -- Who passes darkly in the sun Again and again? The doors are fast, the lamps are lit, We sit together talking low -- Who is it in the ghostly dusk Goes to and fro? Surely ours is a strong house, I will not trouble any more -- But who comes stealing at midnight To try the locked door? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING VOLPONE: TO CELIA by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY A SAD, SAD STORY by MOTHER GOOSE THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |