To My Friend.
Why did you leave your door ajar that day
That any wandering foot might enter there?
That any thief and robber who might dare
To pass could steal what most you prized away?
Why did you leave your heart ajar that they
Who dared might entrance to it win and share
Its hoarded treasure? They who have should care
To keep, nor carelessly their wealth display.
An open door doth robbery invite,
I, passing, paused and entered in your door
Since it was open, so into your heart
I stepped, and now though you may shut it tight
You only shut me in. Ah, never more
Though thief and robber shall I now depart.
Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page 241