Door, I was, yes, afraid of you. So slowly you swung back, Your bending murmurs falling in The dark, with creak and crack. I pooh-poohed each move of yours. I whispered, "'Tis the wind, That scurries by, swift poking you With mischief's fingered mind!" But suddenly a nameless fear Coiled like a snake of hate, And hissed and struck! I leaped and closed And locked you, cursing fate! Door, was I then afraid of you? I now lean low and hide More fearful of the shapeless things That stand and wait outside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT TO MY NOSE by ALFRED HENRY FORRESTER EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE HESPERIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HUNTING: EPILOGUE. TO HAVE A FAITHFUL FRIEND by JULIANA BERNERS |