EPILOGUE

Why it was I do not know,

But last night I vividly dreamed

Though a thousand miles away,

That I had come back to you.

The windows were the same:

The bed, the furniture the same,

Only there was a door where empty wall had always been,

And someone was trying to enter it.

I heard the grate of a key,

An unknown voice apologetically

Excused its intrusion just as I awoke.

But I wonder after all

If there was some secret entranceway,

Some ghost I overlooked, when I was there.