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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.

by Robert Frost
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