Classic Poem

A little House of Life,
With many noises rife,
Noises of joy and crime;
A little gate of birth
Through which I slipped to Earth
And found myself in Time.

And there, not far before,
Another little door,
One day to swing so free!
None pauses there to knock,
No other hand tries lock, —
It knows, and waits for me.

From out what Silent Land
I came, on Earth to stand
And learn life's little art,
Is not in me to say:
I know I did not stray, —
Was sent ; to come, my part.

And down what Silent Shore
Beyond yon little door
I pass, I cannot tell;
I know I shall not stray,
Nor ever lose the way, —
Am sent ; and all is well.