Quietly I closed the door.
Then I said to my soul:
“I shall never come back,
Back to this haunted room
Where Sorrow and I have slept.”
I turned from that hated door
And passed through the House of Life,
Through its ghostly rooms and glad
And its corridors dim with age.
Then lightly I crossed a threshold
Where the casements showed the sun
And I entered an unknown room,—
And my heart went cold,
For about me stood that Chamber of Pain
I had thought to see no more!