GONE

About the little chambers of my heart

Friends have been coming-going- many a year.

The doors stand open there.

Some, lightly stepping, enter; some depart.

 

Freely they come and freely go, at will.

The walls give back their laughter, all day long.

They fill the house with song.

One door alone is shut, one chamber still.

MARY E. COLERIDGE

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