The Lockless Door

October 01, 2012

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It went many years, But at last came a knock
And I thought of the door With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light, I tip-toed the floor
And raised both hands In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again, My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill and descended outside.

Back over the sill I bade a 'Come in'
To whatever the knock at the door may have been.

So at a knock I emptied my cage
To hide in the world and alter with age.

Robert Frost

 


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