Текст оригинала на английском языке
The Front Door
I stand and guard - such ones as say In matter lives no spirit, lie; The household through me throbs and beats, The meaning of the crowded streets Is plain, and once a year I may Admit the beings of the sky. Lost souls revisiting the earth To see old loves that they be well, And find their hold upon the heart, In life so strong, in death depart; Wherefore with peals of soundless mirth Goes each one to his place in hell. The curtain on a winter's night Struggles and beats as if it fought In every fold a power of air; The unseen fills each vacant chair; The living lavish not a thought On those that are not in their sight. Life and dark death go hand in hand, Believe or disbelieve my tale,- How Death is Life, how Life is Death, How that the spirit wandereth, How bolts and bars may not prevail To guard us from the Other Land.
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