| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 130. A Rhyme of Death’s Inn |
| | | By Lizette Woodworth Reese |
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| A RHYME, of good Death’s inn! | |
| My love came to that door; | |
| And she had need of many things, | |
| The way had been so sore. | |
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| My love she lifted up her head, | 5 |
| “And is there room?” said she; | |
| “There was no room in Bethlehem’s inn | |
| For Christ who died for me.” | |
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| But said the keeper of the inn, | |
| “His name is on the door.” | 10 |
| My love then straightway entered there: | |
| She hath come back no more. | |
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