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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Eva L. Ogden

His Way

LOVE came to the door of the palace,

And the door was opened wide;

There wasn’t a thing to hinder,

And they needed him much inside:

But he rattled his quiver and said with a sigh,—

“Can I enter an open door? Not I!

Not I! Not I!”

Love came to the castle window,

And he found a great broad stair;

There wasn’t a thing to hinder,

And he might have mounted there:

But he fluttered his wings, and said with a sigh,—

“Can I plod up a staircase? No, not I!

Not I! Not I!”

***

Love came to the shore of the ocean,

And saw far over the strand

An inaccessible fortress

On a seagirt island stand.

“Who cares for an ocean?” he gayly cried,

And his rainbow wings were quickly plied:

“Not I! Not I!”

Love came to a lonely dungeon,

Where window and door were barred;

There was none who would give him entrance,

Though he knocked there long and hard.

Then, “Who cares for a bolt?” said the saucy elf;

And straightway the warder was Love himself!

“Not I! Not I!”