I Years had been from Home
And now before the Door
I dared not enter, lest a Face
I never saw before
Stare solid into mine
And ask my Business there —
"My Business but a Life I left
Was such remaining there?"
I leaned upon the Awe —
I lingered with Before —
The Second like an Ocean rolled
And broke against my ear —
I laughed a crumbling Laugh
That I could fear a Door
Who Consternation compassed
And never winced before.
I fitted to the Latch
My Hand, with trembling care
Lest back the awful Door should spring
And leave me in the Floor —
Then moved my Fingers off
As cautiously as Glass
And held my ears, and like a Thief
Fled gasping from the House —