My heart is but a little house <br />With room for only three or four, <br />And it was filled before you knocked <br />Upon the door. <br />I longed to bid you come within, <br />I knew that I should love you well, <br />But if you came the rest must go <br />Elsewhere to dwell. <br />For you would never be content <br />With just a corner in my room, <br />Yea, if you came the rest must go <br />Into the gloom. <br />And so, farewell, O friend, my friend! <br />Nay, I could weep a little too, <br />But I shall only smile and say <br />Farewell to you.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-s-house/
