English poem
THE WATCHER OF THE THRESHOLD
by Norah M. Holland (1876–1925)
Silent amid the shadows Outside my door, The Watcher of the Threshold Waits evermore.
One day the door will open, And I shall see The Watcher of the Threshold Beckon to me.
And I must leave the firelight, And seek the gloom Where stands that shadowy figure Outside my room.
In vain it is to question Of how, or why, The Watcher of the Threshold Makes no reply.
Only amid the shadows Silent he stands, With eyes that hold a secret, And folded hands.
Still standing in the darkness Outside my door, The Watcher of the Threshold Waits evermore.