Life lies before me, but shut is the door
On all of my childish days. No more, no more
Shall I in all my years again be free
And careless—happy as I used to be.
So be it, Lord! I know that all is right;
I would not alter it, or shirk the fight.
Shut then the door!—but leave a little crack
That when I meet a child I may slip back.
- Barbara Seymour[1]
[1] Barbara
Seymour’s The Threshold was published
in the March 1916 issue of Harper’s
Magazine. A diligent search
uncovered no other references to her or her poetry.
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