I STAND in the dark; I beat on the floor, Let me in, Death. Through the storm am I come; I find you before: Let me in, Death. For him that is sweet, and for him that is shall, I beat on the door, I cry, and I call: Let me in, Death. For he was my bow of the almond-tree fair: Let me in, Death. You brake it; it whitens no more by the stair: Let me in, Death. For he was my lamp in the House of the Lord; You quenched, and left me this dark and the sword: Let me in, Death. I that was rich do ask you for alms: Let me in, Death. I that was full, uplift your stripped palms: Let me in, Death. Back to me now give the child that I had; Cast into mine arms my little sweet lad: Let me in, Death. Are you grown so deaf that you cannot hear? Let me in, Death. Unclose the dim eye, and unstop the ear: Let me in, Death. I will call so loud, I will cry so sore, You must for shame's sake come open the door: Let me in, Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BALLAD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES THE ORGANIST IN HEAVEN (SAMUEL SEBASTIAN WESLEY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |