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O, Fair Abode, Thou Never Open'dst Thy Door
When far from thee, my heart doth ache
With pangs of longing, and a deep heart's sake
For thee, dear home, I do beseech
Why dost thou shut thy door, and leave me to beseech?
Thy threshold, once a promise of warm delight
Now stands as sentinel, guarding the cold, dark night
Thy windows, once bright eyes, that shone with love's pure light
Now dimly gaze upon me, with a dispassionate sight
O, cruel fate, that doth deny me entrance
To thee, dear home, where love and warmth do make their residence
A wanderer, I roam, in search of peaceful nest
But thou, dear home, dost mock my hopes, and put'st me to unrest
Yet still, my heart doth hold on to love's sweet fire
That once, I thought, did burn within thy secret choir
And though thou never open'dst thy door to me
My heart, dear home, doth still remain, in love's sweet ecstasy.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
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O, Fair Abode, Thou Never Open'dst Thy Door
When far from thee, my heart doth ache
With pangs of longing, and a deep heart's sake
For thee, dear home, I do beseech
Why dost thou shut thy door, and leave me to beseech?
Thy threshold, once a promise of warm delight
Now stands as sentinel, guarding the cold, dark night
Thy windows, once bright eyes, that shone with love's pure light
Now dimly gaze upon me, with a dispassionate sight
O, cruel fate, that doth deny me entrance
To thee, dear home, where love and warmth do make their residence
A wanderer, I roam, in search of peaceful nest
But thou, dear home, dost mock my hopes, and put'st me to unrest
Yet still, my heart doth hold on to love's sweet fire
That once, I thought, did burn within thy secret choir
And though thou never open'dst thy door to me
My heart, dear home, doth still remain, in love's sweet ecstasy.
The poem explores the theme of longing and sense of homes and belongings ,and the pain of rejection and disappointment.