The Wide Door into Sorrow Stands open night and day. With head held high and dancing feet I pass it on my way. I never tread within it, I never turn to see The Wide Door into Sorrow. It cannot frighten me. The Narrow Doors to Sorrow Are secret, still, and low: Swift tongues of dusk that spoil the sun Before I even know. My dancing feet are frozen. I stare. I can but see. The Narrow Doors to Sorrow They stop the heart in me. -- Oh, stranger than my midnights Of loneliness and strife The Doors that let the dark leap in Across my sunny life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES' by ISOBEL (ISABEL) PAGAN ACROSS THE STREET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN INVENTORY OF THE FURNITURE IN DR. PRIESTLEY'S STUDY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |