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. An Empty Threat
2. The Wood-Pile
3. The Pauper Witch of Grafton
4. The Cow in Apple-Time
5. The Egg and the Machine

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