Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 4

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IV GONE
About the little chambers of my heartFriends have been coming—going—many a year.,   The doors stand open there.Some, lightly stepping, enter; some depart.
Freely they come and freely go, at will.The walls give back their laughter; all day long   They fill the house with song.One door alone is shut, one chamber still.

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