[Written for the Sentinel]

The Barrier

All day I watched for that bright messengerOf whom my heart had heard. I swept my room,Made bright my windows, opened wide my door."How will he come?" I asked. They answered me,"A step so soft no other ear shall hear,'A still small voice,' a kind and shining light."Oh, heart astir! Oh, eager, waiting hands!

I watched all day; and when the night came down,I closed my eyes upon their tears and said:"My house is dark and I am still alone.Why did he pass me when my door is wide?"Soft was the answer, "Tho' your door is wide,How could one enter?" And I looked and saw,Even in the dark, the barrier of stonesUpon my threshold. Little stones and large,A strange dark pile that must have secretlyFrom day to day been builded.

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