Over the threshold they come and go, The kin we love and the friends we know; And we gaily laugh as they leave the door, For we never know they will come no more Over the threshold loved of yore. Over the threshold -- but as they pass, Age and infant and youth and lass, And whether they walk with sob or song, Whether with feeble step or strong, They leave a mark that shall last for long. Over the threshold! O sculptor, you Wonderful, beautiful things may do; But none shall fashion and none shall own A thing as beautiful as the stone Carved by the footsteps we have known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |