cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

so that now, to still the beating
of my heart, i stood repeating
"'tis some visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door--
some late visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door;
this it is and nothing more."

presently my soul grew stronger;
hesitating then no longer,
"sir," said i, "or madam,
truly your forgiveness i implore;
but the fact is i was napping,
and so gently you came rapping,
and so faintly you came tapping,
tapping at my chamber door,
that i scarce was sure i heard you"
--here i opened wide the door--
darkness there and nothing more.

deep into that darkness peering,
long i stood there wondering, fearing,

Tags: bricolage, seasonable
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 0 comments