To all Love cried:
"Unlatch your shuttered windows, let
My all-encircling light
Illumine your conceivings bare and crude."
But some replied:
"Yet a day longer let us seek!
Why must we now forsake
The joy that is on easeful matter laid?"
Then Love again:
"Still shall I knock upon your door,
And after trials dire
You will make room for me when that day's gone."
But they were blind,
And shut their windows tighter still,
And set their thoughts as steel,
And made their dwellings in a barren land.
Yet was Love kind;
And, knocking gently on the pane,
"Why will you pine?"
Love softly said, "Blind eyes, have you not scanned
"My promise old?
My love is more than all you ask;
Leave now your dusk,
And take my day." Then said they, "Love, we yield."
