I came to the door of the House of Love <br />And knocked as the starry night went by; <br />And my true love cried "Who knocks?" and I said <br />"It is I." <br /> <br />And Love looked down from a lattice above <br />Where the roses were dry as the lips of the dead: <br />"There is not room in the House of Love <br />For you both," he said. <br /> <br />I plucked a leaf from the porch and crept <br />Away through a desert of scoffs and scorns <br />To a lonely place where I prayed and wept <br />And wove me a crown of thorns. <br /> <br />I came once more to the House of Love <br />And knocked, ah, softly and wistfully, <br />And my true love cried "Who knocks?" and I said <br />"None now but thee." <br /> <br />And the great doors opened wide apart <br />And a voice rang out from a glory of light, <br />"Make room, make room for a faithful heart <br />In the House of Love, to-night."<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-4/
