Thursday, May 21, 2009
Gone
About the little chambers of my heart
Friends have been coming - going - many a year.
The doors stand open there.
Some, lightly stepping, enter; some depart.
Freely they come and freely go, at will.
The walls give back their laughter; all day long
They fill the house with song.
One door alone is shut, one chamber still.
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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