We pause beside this door: Thy year, O God, how shall we enter in? The footsteps of a Child Sound close beside us. Listen, he will speak! His birthday bells have hardly rung a week, Yet has he trod the world's press undefiled. "Enter through me," he saith, "nor wander more; For lo! I am the Door." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORN WEDDING-RING by WILLIAM COX BENNETT RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WHY DID YOU DEPART AT DUSK? by CLARISSA M. BAILEY PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |