XVIII
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Flight
A door was open'd in the house—who? who? my father sleeps!
A stealthy foot upon the stair! he—some one—this way creeps!
If he? yes, he... lurks, listens, fears his victim may have fled—
He! where is some sharp-pointed thing? he comes, and finds me dead.