Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/Doom is the House Without the Door
DOOM is the House Without the Door—
'T is entered from the sun,
And then the ladder's thrown away
Because escape is done.
'T is entered from the sun,
And then the ladder's thrown away
Because escape is done.
'T is varied by the dream
Of what they do outside,
When squirrels play and berries die—
And hundreds bow to God.
Of what they do outside,
When squirrels play and berries die—
And hundreds bow to God.