Fiddler's Farewell/Third Floor Landing
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.
I craned to see the things I knewCould not be there, since you were gone—Oh twilight of the household gods,Dishonored altars where they shone!
I saw instead a gilded glimpseOf trivial things that seemed to shoutA 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.