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Third Floor Landing
A stranger knocked upon your door,
A stranger-voice cried out, "Come in!"
Beyond, a sofa, plump and red,
Crouched where a carven chest had been.
A stranger-voice cried out, "Come in!"
Beyond, a sofa, plump and red,
Crouched where a carven chest had been.
I craned to see the things I knew
Could not be there, since you were gone—
Oh twilight of the household gods,
Dishonored altars where they shone!
Could not be there, since you were gone—
Oh twilight of the household gods,
Dishonored altars where they shone!
I saw instead a gilded glimpse
Of trivial things that seemed to shout
A trivial welcome from the wall;
The door swung to and shut me out.
Of trivial things that seemed to shout
A trivial welcome from the wall;
The door swung to and shut me out.
Only the landing was unchanged,
The closed door donned a friendly air;
I had no quarrel with my place,
I was at home upon the stair.
The closed door donned a friendly air;
I had no quarrel with my place,
I was at home upon the stair.
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