Poetry,+The+Lockless+Door

=The Lockless Door= (Return to Poetry)
 * By Robert Frost**

It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I though 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.

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