(no guest had come)
NO GUEST HAD come to my house for long, my doors were locked, my
windows barred; I thought my night would be lonely.
When I opened my eyes I found the darkness had vanished.
I rose up and ran and saw the bolts of my gates all broken, and through the open door your wind and light waved their banner.
When I was a prisoner in my own house, and the doors were shut, my heart ever planned to escape and to wander.
Now at my broken gate, I sit still and wait for your coming,
You keep me bound by my freedom.