Doom is the House without the Door —
‘Tis entered from the Sun —
And then the Ladder’s thrown away,
Because Escape — is done —
‘Tis varied by the Dream
Of what they do outside —
Where Squirrels play — and Berries die —
And Hemlocks — bow — to God —
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it wAS A WONDERFUL POEM I WAS VERY PLEASED!! I THEINK SHE REALLY GOT THE POINT ACROSS!!!!!