Life is a house where many chambers be, <br />And all the doors will yield to him who tries, <br />Save one, whereof men say, behind it lies <br />The haunting secret. He who keeps the key, <br /> <br />Keeps it securely, smiles perchance to see <br />The eager hands stretched out to clutch the prize, <br />Or looks with pity in the yearning eyes, <br />And is half moved to let the secret free. <br /> <br />And truly some at every hour pass through, <br />Pass through, and tread upon that solemn floor, <br />Yet come not back to tell what they have found. <br />We will not importune, as others do, <br />With tears and cries, the keeper of the door, <br />But wait till our appointed hour comes round.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-haunted-chamber/
