Author Louise Chandler Moulton When I came out of the fair House of Youth I heedlessly behind me closed the door— Now every hour is bitter with the truth That I can find that portal never more. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments