Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Shout Out
SHUT OUT
I O Love, why hast thou flown? Here is a heart, Its doors set wide apartTo welcome thee; it is thy home, thine own.
II O Heart, why dost thou call? I have my wings, And many a lurer sings.How can I give to one the meed of all?
III Then, Love, I shut my door. Thou shalt not come; Here is not now thy home;The fires die down, the lights shall burn no more.
IV Nay, Heart, I come again! I tire of flight; Open thy door to-night;I lie without, in loneliness and pain.
V Nay, Love, it cannot be! My house is cold, And so I needs must holdClose shut the door that bars thee out from me.