At the golden gate of song <br />Stood I, knocking all day long, <br />But the Angel, calm and cold, <br />Still refused and bade me, 'Hold.' <br /> <br />Then a breath of soft perfume, <br />Then a light within the gloom; <br />Thou, Love, camest to my side, <br />And the gates flew open wide. <br /> <br />Long I dwelt in this domain, <br />Knew no sorrow, grief, or pain; <br />Now you bid me forth and free, <br />Will you shut these gates on me?<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspiration-120/
