Dora Sigerson Shorter,
The Palace Gate
(1918)
“ Love took one hand, the other held by Joy, Who ran to safety with the pretty boy. Then soon from far came laughter strangely sweet And on the floor of Heaven running feet. The soldier closed the clanging palace gate Upon the crowd who murmured still to wait. “Take back your gifts, you may not pass,” he said. “Hear the bell toll—the little king is dead.” ”
