Our love is like a strong house Well roofed against the wind and rain -- Who passes darkly in the sun Again and again? The doors are fast, the lamps are lit, We sit together talking low -- Who is it in the ghostly dusk Goes to and fro? Surely ours is a strong house, I will not trouble any more -- But who comes stealing at midnight To try the locked door? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |