Someone – Poem

Someone

Someone came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Someone came
knocking,
I’m sure sure sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to
left and right,
But nought there was a -stirring
In the stil1, dark
night;

Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the
forest
The screech-owl’s call,
Only the cricket whistling
While
the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who can be knocking,
At all, at
all, at all.

– Walter de la Mare