Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

A Rhyme Of Death's Inn - Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese

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.


Comments about A Rhyme Of Death's Inn by Lizette Woodworth Reese

  • Silver Star - 3,541 Points Godfrey Morris (2/19/2015 4:07:00 PM)

    Cleaver poem. Good write (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 22,884 Points Kim Barney (2/19/2015 8:18:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,494 Points John Richter (2/19/2015 7:14:00 AM)

    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... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/19/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    A lovely poem and an enjoyable little read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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