One day I heard a whisper: ‘Wherefore wait?
Why linger in a separate porch?
Why nurse the flicker of a severed torch?
The fire is there, ablaze beyond the gate.
Why tremble, foolish soul? Why hesitate?
However faint the knock, it will be heard.’
I knocked, and swiftly came the answering word,
Which bade me enter to my own estate.