Last night I dreamed that I was come again <br />Unto the house where my beloved dwells <br />After long years of wandering and pain. <br /> <br />And I stood out beneath the drenching rain <br />And all the street was bare, and black with night, <br />But in my true love's house was warmth and light. <br /> <br />Yet I could not draw near nor enter in, <br />And long I wondered if some secret sin <br />Or old, unhappy anger held me fast; <br /> <br />Till suddenly it came into my head <br />That I was killed long since and lying dead- <br />Only a homeless wraith that way had passed. <br /> <br />So thus I found my true love's house again <br />And stood unseen amid the winter night <br />And the lamp burned within, a rosy light, <br />And the wet street was shining in the rain.<br /><br />Clive Staples Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spook-2/
