The Door

The Door
Wirginis Woodward Oloud
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Virginia Woodward Cloud in Harper’s Bazar
The door is shut; what lies beyond
I may not see nor know
Thou of the Past-O dear and fond!
Go not the way I go

The door is shut and I am blind
To star if star there be;
The fire of morn lies far behind ;-
Lord, hold the light for me!