AT the golden gate of song Stood I, knocking all day long, But the Angel, calm and cold, Still refused and bade me, "Hold." Then a breath of soft perfume, Then a light within the gloom; Thou, Love, camest to my side, And the gates flew open wide. Long I dwelt in this domain, Knew no sorrow, grief, or pain; Now you bid me forth and free, Will you shut these gates on me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVE OF ST. AGNES by JOHN KEATS THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA by MATTHEW ARNOLD STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD ECHOES OF SPRING: 7 by MATHILDE BLIND AN ESSAY ON MIND by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |