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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 whatever 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.