| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 147. Doors |
| | | By Hermann Hagedorn |
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| LIKE a young child who to his mother’s door | |
| Runs eager for the welcoming embrace, | |
| And finds the door shut, and with troubled face | |
| Calls and through sobbing calls, and o’er and o’er | |
| Calling, storms at the panel—so before | 5 |
| A door that will not open, sick and numb, | |
| I listen for a word that will not come, | |
| And know, at last, I may not enter more. | |
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| Silence! And through the silence and the dark | |
| By that closed door, the distant sob of tears | 10 |
| Beats on my spirit, as on fairy shores | |
| The spectral sea; and through the sobbing—hark!— | |
| Down the fair-chambered corridor of years, | |
| The quiet shutting, one by one, of doors. | |
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