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knocks at the door so late, so late—

Who knocks so late at the door?

Is it one who comes as a stranger comes,

Or one who has knocked before?

Is it one who stays with intent to bless,

Or one who stands to implore?

My days have been as the years, she said,

And my heart, my heart is sore;