The Barred Door

One night upon mine ancient enemy
I closed my door,
And lo! that night came Love in search of me—
Love I had hungered for—
And finding my door closed, went on his way,
And came no more.

Pray you take counsel of this penitent,
And learn thereof:
Set your door wide whatever guests be sent,
Your graciousness to prove;
Better to let in many enemies
Than bar out Love.
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