Geraint

by: Robert Norwood (Author)

from: The Piper and the Reed (P. 105)  1917

Open, dear Lady, the little red door –
The little red door to me!
Night is all cold and my feet are sore;
I have made a long journey.

Leagues have I travelled, the mountains crossed
Eager for love of thee;
Lady, I fear that thy love is lost:
Open thy heart to me!

Open thy heart and I will go in
The red door silently;
There I shall find what I seek to win,
Dear Lady, thy love for me!