THE LOCKLESS DOOR
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
- T went many
years,
- But at last came a knock,
- And I thought of the door
- With no lock to lock.
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- 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.
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- Back over the sill
- I bade a Come in
- To whoever the knock
- At the door may have been.
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- So at a knock
- I emptied my cage
- To hide in the world
- And alter with age.
"The Lockless Door" is
reprinted from A Miscellany of American Poetry 1920. New
York: Harcourt, Brace and Howe, 1920. |
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