Lockless Door, The

Robert Frost

It went many years,  
But at last came a knock,  
And I thought 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 whoever 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.

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