Life stands and cries outside my door,
A homeless beggar-maid
That casts no shadow on the floor;
To bid her cross my threshold o'er
Almost I am afraid.
Almost I think I know her eyes:
I stand, a grudging host,
And wait and wonder and surmise,
While Life outside my window cries,
A cold and homeless ghost.
Wearing for jewels in her hair
Rain and the desert sands,
My dead youth that was once so fair
Stands in my doorway, knocking there
With cold, beseeching hands.
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