THE villa of my sister Hath its gates in the midst of the estate; So often as its doors are opened, So often as the bolt is withdrawn, My beloved is angry. If I were set as the gatekeeper. I should cause her to chide me; Then should I hear her voice when she is angry: -- A child before her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 7. POMPILIA by ROBERT BROWNING GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 3. OLD STORY-TELLING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ARISTOMENES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |