The Lockless Door || by Robert Frost || Robert Frost's Poem The Lockless Door

The Lockless Door 
      -by Robert Frost 

It went many years
But at last came a knock
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tiptoed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again.

My window was wide
I climbed on the still
And descended outside.

Back over the still
I bade a 'come in"
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

Source: Friends Classics, Robert Frost Selected Poems.