The debt is paid, The verdict said, The Furies laid, The plague is stayed, All fortunes made; Turn the key and bolt the door, Sweet is death forevermore. Nor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin, Nor murdering hate, can enter in. All is now secure and fast; Not the gods can shake the past; Flies-to the adamantine door Bolted down forevermore. None can re-enter there -- No thief so politic, No Satan with a royal trick Steal in by window, chink, or hole, To bind or unbind, add what lacked, Insert a leaf, or forge a name, New-face or finish what is packed, Alter or mend eternal fact. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE ROSE I GREW by JULIA S. ANDERSON LOVE SONG by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |