DID you knock at the door, my Dear? Knock, and I fail to hear? Was I so eager to bind my hair, And fasten a flower to make me fair; Study a book that I might be wise, Or make you a song for a sweet surprise? Mixing a cake, Saying a prayer, All for your sake, All for your care -- So busily happy I did not hear When you knocked, my Dear! Will you pass to another door, And knock at my own no more? Shall I listen and wait and long, No more laughter, no more song? But still with the faded rose in my hair, Still on my lips the tremulous prayer; Till the fire goes out To a single spark, Ending the doubt; And in empty dark, Shall I sit and hear The knock, knock, knock of my heart? My Dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HESTER PRYNNE? by KAREN SWENSON COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONNET: 67 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH |