The Door

The Door.
Wirginis Woodward Oloud
95.3

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!