English poem
The Knock
by Abbie Farwell Brown (1871–1927)
Did you knock at the door, my Dear? Knock, and I fail to hear?
Was I so eager to bind my hair, And fasten a flower to make me fair; Study a book that I might be wise, Or make you a song for a sweet surprise? Mixing a cake, Saying a prayer, All for your sake, All for your care— So busily happy I did not hear When you knocked, my Dear!
Will you pass to another door, And knock at my own no more?
Shall I listen and wait and long, No more laughter, no more song? But still with the faded rose in my hair, Still on my lips the tremulous prayer; Till the fire goes out To a single spark. Ending the doubt; And in empty dark, Shall I sit and hear The knock, knock, knock of my heart? My Dear!