Shout Out

IO Love, why hast thou flown?Here is a heart,Its doors set wide apartTo welcome thee; it is thy home, thine own.

IIO Heart, why dost thou call?I have my wings,And many a lurer sings.How can I give to one the meed of all?

IIIThen, 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.

IVNay, Heart, I come again!I tire of flight;Open thy door to-night;I lie without, in loneliness and pain.

VNay, Love, it cannot be!My house is cold,And so I needs must holdClose shut the door that bars thee out from me.