THREE steps and I reach the door, But a whole month rolls between Since last I stood before My shut room's simple scene. I pause at the door and shrink, My hand is at point to turn, But I stand and dimly think Of all I long for and yearn. My life leaps up to me there, The past with its every deed, And I tremble and hardly dare The open mystery to read. A year and a day and awhile, Ay me! there is none escape; Each thought, each dream, each smile Will front me in questioning shape. I open and see what no eyes Save mine have the power to see: Dead scenes and dead griefs arise, Dead follies make mouths at me. Yea, so: through the dark I peer, And shudder away from the door; Voices once heard I hear, Know faces seen long before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY |