Classic Poem

I PASS a lighted window
And a closed door—
And I am not troubled
Any more.

Though the road is murky,
I am not afraid,
For a shadow passes
On the lighted shade.

Once I knew the sesame
To the closed door;
Now I shall not enter
Any more;

Nor will people, passing
By the lit place,
See our shadows marry
In a gray embrace.

Strange, a passing shadow
Has a long spell!
What can matter, knowing
She does well?

How could life annoy me
Any more?
Life: a lighted window
And a closed door.