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XIII
Hungry Heart, come, make haste, make haste,
Out of the house of hopes laid waste,
Out of the house of hopes laid waste,
Out of the town of teeth laid bare
Under its smiling debonair.
Under its smiling debonair.
Wait not, weep not, get you gone,
Better the stones to rest upon,
Better the stones to rest upon,
The wind and the rain for a roof secure,
Hyssop and tares for your nouriture:
These shall endure. These shall endure.
Hyssop and tares for your nouriture:
These shall endure. These shall endure.
XIV
I got me gone. On stumbling feet
I reached the stair and I reached the street;
I reached the stair and I reached the street;
The door slammed to with an iron scream,
And behind it lay the end of a dream;
And behind it lay the end of a dream;
Behind it lifted barren walls,
And I thought of a play when the curtain falls
On a comedy written of shrouds and palls.
And I thought of a play when the curtain falls
On a comedy written of shrouds and palls.
XV
Hungry Heart, Hungry Heart, what did you then?
I fell on my knees and I cried, Amen!
But now and again—now and again—
I fell on my knees and I cried, Amen!
But now and again—now and again—
I come to the door in the dead of night,
I wander the rooms till the panes are white;
I wander the rooms till the panes are white;
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