This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed.... Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain
For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,
But only what you see.... Look yet again--
An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
Yet this alone out of my life I kept
Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
And you did so profane me when you crept
Unto the threshold of this room to-night
That I must never more behold your face.
This now is yours. I seek another place.
Sonnet Vi: This Door You Might Not Open
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Poem topics: alone, greed, life, never, night, truth, women, place, clear, face, door, treasure, open, distress, crystal, room, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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