By Gwendoline Morgan Submitted by Gwendoline Date: 2002 Feb 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.25.10.46.27601]] |
The Key to the Keep I lie immuréd in the keep; This tower doth hold no key: Withstanding time and burning fires, It hath containéd me. I hear the quick'ning beat of hooves; Each night it draweth near: But yet, alas, it draweth back, For none can enter here. My heart, a captive in this tower, Doth long to be set free: 'Tis locked to yield to thee, my Lord, For thou dost hold the key. Gwendoline Morgan |