475 <br /> <br />Doom is the House without the Door— <br />'Tis entered from the Sun— <br />And then the Ladder's thrown away, <br />Because Escape—is done— <br /> <br />'Tis varied by the Dream <br />Of what they do outside— <br />Where Squirrels play—and Berries die— <br />And Hemlocks—bow—to God—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doom-is-the-house-without-the-door/
