Classic Poem

As treading some long corridor,
My soul and I together go;
Each day unlocks another door
To a new room we did not know.

And every night the darkness hides
My soul from me awhile — but then
No fear nor loneliness abides;
Hand clasped in hand, we wake again.

So when my soul and I, at last,
Shall find but one dim portal more,
Shall we, remembering all the past,
Yet fear to try that other door?