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12 Waiting there;

Open! Open! Once behold Him,—

Him, so fair.

Ah, that door! Why wilt Thou vex me,

Coming ever to perplex me?

For the key is stiffly rusty,

And the bolt is clogged and dusty;

Many-fingered ivy-vine

Seals it fast with twist and twine;

Weeds of years and years before

Choke the passage of that door.

Knocking! Knocking! What! still knocking?

He still there?

What's the hour? The night is waning,—

In my heart a drear complaining,

And a chilly, sad unrest!

Ah, this knocking! It disturbs me,

Scares my sleep with dreams unblest!