Inspiration
At the golden gate of songStood 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?