KNOCKING.

" Behold, I stand at the door and knock."

T7^ 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.