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The heart’s house

My heart is but a little house
With room for only three or four,
And it was filled before you knocked
Upon the door.
I longed to bid you come within,

I knew that I should love you well,
But if you came the rest must go
Elsewhere to dwell.
For you would never be content

With just a corner in my room,
Yea, if you came the rest must go
Into the gloom.
And so, farewell, O friend, my friend!

Nay, I could weep a little too,
But I shall only smile and say
Farewell to you.