THE WATCHER OF THE THRESHOLD

By Norah Mary Holland

Silent amid the shadows

Outside my door,

The Watcher of the Threshold

Waits evermore.

One day the door will open,

And I shall see

The Watcher of the Threshold

Beckon to me.

And I must leave the firelight,

And seek the gloom

Where stands that shadowy figure

Outside my room.

In vain it is to question

Of how, or why,

The Watcher of the Threshold

Makes no reply.

Only amid the shadows

Silent he stands,

With eyes that hold a secret,

And folded hands.

Still standing in the darkness

Outside my door,

The Watcher of the Threshold

Waits evermore.