| The Door... Robert Graves... |
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When she comes suddenly in It seemed the could never close again, Nor even did she close it- she, she- The room lay open to a visiting sea Which no door could restrain. |
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Yet when at last she smiled, tilting her head To take her leave of me, Where she had smiled, instead There was a dark door closing endlessly, The water receded. |
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