| Where the lock Is filled with rust And all the keys Have long been lost, And time has warped The heavy door Against the place It fit before, And no one can Remember now What joys or sorrows It could show, Then you must tap Its silent boards Once, twice, and thrice, And say these words: Whatever lies Beyond this door Let me enter Without fear, Or else with lever, Saw, and axe, I'll serve the wood Until it breaks. If its panels Do not fall, Its frame unfasten From the wall, And show the hidden Scene to you, You are not worthy Of the view. |
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| To Pass Through a Locked Door |