A Rhyme Of Death's Inn

A rhyme of good Death's inn!
   My love came to that door;
And she had need of many things,
   The way had been so sore.

My love she lifted up her head,
   "And is there room?" said she;
"There was no room in Bethlehem's inn
   For Christ who died for me."

But said the keeper of the inn,
   "His name is on the door."
My love then straightway entered there:
   She hath come back no more.

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

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Comments (4)

Cleaver poem. Good write
Another poem about death, Poem Hunter's apparent theme for the day. Very well done. I enjoyed this one very much, although I'm not sure how MODERN it is, since the poet died in 1935.
Very wonderful little poem of loss... Seems to be the flavor of the day - what with Emily Dickinson's poem 'My Life Closed Twice' also chosen for today's daily read...
A lovely poem and an enjoyable little read.