The Poetry Corner


By Paul Laurence Dunbar

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?