It’s coming—the postponeless Creature— It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door— Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings— Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
Simple Salute—and certain Recognition— Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend— Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle— And carries one—out of it—to God—
