By Gwendoline Morgan
Submitted by Gwendoline
Date: 2002 Feb 25
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The Key to the Keep

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