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NOCKING, knocking, ever knocking?

Who is there?

'T is a pilgrim, strange and kingly,

Never such was seen before;—

Ah, sweet soul, for such a wonder

Undo the door.

No,—that door is hard to open;

Hinges rusty, latch is broken;

Bid Him go.

Wherefore, with that knocking dreary

Scare the sleep from one so weary?

Say Him,—no.