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
twilight for A past it might so carelessly
let in, A widow with a missionary grin, The foaming inundation at a roar.
We pile our all against it when
afraid, And beat upon its panels when we
die: By happening to be open once, it
made
Enormous Alice see a wonderland That waited for her in the
sunshine and, Simply by being tiny, made her
cry.