The Merry More

You stand within,
I stand without;
The door between
Is very stout.
I give a knock,
I make a rap;
I faintly hear
A “Tap, tap, tap.”
And then I pound
With joyous laugh;
I hear a sound
Of metal latch!
And now the door
Is swinging free
With merry more—
You, matching me!

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