Doors
Listen! Footsteps Are they, That falter through the gloom, That echo through the lonely chambers Of our house of life?
Listen! Did a door close? Did a whisper waken? Did a ghostly something Sigh across the dusk?
From the mournful silence Something, something went! Far down some shadowy passage Faintly closed a door-- And O how empty lies Our house of life!
Arthur Stringer