Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

The Lockless Door

It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I though of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.

Back over the sill
I bade a ’Come in’
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

1. Bond and Free
2. Acceptance
3. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
4. Mowing
5. The Housekeeper

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