Fannie Stearns Davis: The Narrow Doors

The Narrow Doors

Fannie Stearns Davis

The Wide Door into Sorrow Stands open night and day. With head held high and dancing feet I pass it on my way.
I never tread within it, I never turn to see The Wide Door into Sorrow. It cannot frighten me.
The Narrow Doors to Sorrow Are secret, still, and low: Swift tongues of dusk that spoil the sun Before I even know.
My dancing feet are frozen. I stare.  I can but see. The Narrow Doors to Sorrow They stop the heart in me.
— Oh, stranger than my midnights Of loneliness and strife The Doors that let the dark leap in Across my sunny life!