DEATH IS ONLY an old door Set in a garden wall; On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond the light lies still; Very willing and weary feet Go over that sill. There is nothing to trouble any heart; Nothing to hurt at all. Death is only a quiet door In an old wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CROTALUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER |