Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
The narrator is alone in a house with a lockless door when he hears an unexpected knock. He immediately blows out his candle in terror and tiptoes to the door, silently praying that no one will come in. Upon hearing another knock on the door, the narrator hastily jumps out the window to safety and s...
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.