In the pain, in the loneliness of love, <br /> To the heart of my sweet I fled. <br />I knocked at the door of her living heart, <br /> "Let in -- let in --" I said. <br /> <br />"What seek you here?" the voices cried, <br /> "You seeker among the dead" -- <br />"Herself I seek, herself I seek, <br /> Let in -- let in!" I said. <br /> <br />They opened the door of her living heart, <br /> But the core thereof was dead. <br />They opened the core of her living heart -- <br /> A worm at the core there fed. <br /> <br />"Where is my sweet, where is my sweet?" <br /> "She is gone away, she is fled. <br />Long years ago she fled away, <br /> She will never return," they said.<br /><br />John Hall Wheelock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-knocks-at-the-door/
