Out of it steps our future,
through this door
Enigmas, executioners and rules,
Her Majesty in a bad temper or
A red-nosed Fool who makes a
fool of fools.
Great persons eye it in the
A past it might so carelessly
A widow with a missionary grin,
The foaming inundation at a roar.
We pile our all against it when
And beat upon its panels when we
By happening to be open once, it
Enormous Alice see a wonderland
That waited for her in the
Simply by being tiny, made her