In the pain, in the loneliness of love, To the heart of my sweet I fled. I knocked at the door of her living heart, "Let in -- let in --" I said. "What seek you here?" the voices cried, "You seeker among the dead" -- "Herself I seek, herself I seek, Let in -- let in!" I said. They opened the door of her living heart, But the core thereof was dead. They opened the core of her living heart -- A worm at the core there fed. "Where is my sweet, where is my sweet?" "She is gone away, she is fled. Long years ago she fled away, She will never return," they said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 11. LOVE WILL OUT by PHILIP AYRES |