For W. P. <br /> <br />The little park was filled with peace, <br />The walks were carpeted with snow, <br />But every iron gate was locked. <br />Lest if we entered, peace would go. <br /> <br />We circled it a dozen times, <br />The wind was blowing from the sea, <br />I only felt your restless eyes <br />Whose love was like a cloak for me. <br /> <br />Oh heavy gates that fate has locked <br />To bar the joy we may not win, <br />Peace would go out forevermore <br />If we should dare to enter in.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gramercy-park/
