A RHYME of good Death's inn! My love came to that door; And she had need of many things, The way had been so sore. My love she lifted up her head, "And is there room?" said she; "There was no room in Bethlehem's inn For Christ who died for me." But said the keeper of the inn, "His name is on the door." My love then straightway entered there: She hath come back no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE MY SISTER'S SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO |