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Life LXXIX. I Years had been from home

Part One: Life

 
                    LXXIX
 
I YEARS had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
 
Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business there.
My business,—just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling there?
 
I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.
 
I laughed a wooden laugh
That I could fear a door,
Who danger and the dead had faced,
But never quaked before.
 
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there
 
I moved my fingers off
As cautiously as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
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