by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)

I stand in the dark, I beat on the door
Language: English 
I stand in the dark, I beat on the door:
Death, let me in, Death, let me in!
Thro' storm am I come, I find you before;
Death, let me in!
For him that is sweet, for him that is small,
I beat on the door, I cry and I call,
Death, let me in!

He was my 'bough of the almond-tree fair;
Death, let me in!
You brake it; it whitens no more by the stair;
Death, let me in!
He was my lamp in the house of the Lord:
You quench'd it, and left mc this dark and the sword;
Death, Death, Death, let me in!

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