John Jeffreys - Candle Gate
Who comes so late
By rainy bent and roaring spate?
Who knocks so late at Candle Gate?
Who knocks so late ?
Who knocks so low, yet will not wait?
Who rides in state from Candle Gate?
Who rides in state
By rainy bent and roaring spate ?
Who rides so slow, yet will not wait
Nor bide at all for love or hate ?
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