Classic Poem

The sun is set, the twilight's o'er,
The night-dews fall like rain;
A Prince stands at a suppliant's door,
And knocks and knocks again.

“I slumber; but my heart is moved
With joy and holy fear;
Is it Thy footstep, O beloved,
Thy hand, Thy voice I hear?”

“'Tis I, thy Lord, who stand and wait
Beneath the darkening sky:
Arise, unbar, unclose the gate,
Fear nothing; it is I.

“The bread of life is in My hand;
The wine of heaven I bring:
Fulfil My tenderest last command;
Thy Bridegroom is thy King.

“Eat, drink; and muse in loving trust,
The while I sup with thee,
If this be heaven on earth, what must
My bridal banquet be.”