Herman Sequira Poems
- Stranger At The Door The old man now nigh eighty ...
- Lover's Leap The cliffs to her were beckoning; In fear did ...
- The River There is a river dark and still, Behind a house, ...
- Medusa's Lament Oh, ecstasy! What hast thou done? Thy ...
- The Love That Never Was I sit beneath the apple tree Where ...
- The Visitor The old lady waits and she peers Through dusty, ...
- The Old House A visit to my old hometown Has my emotions ...
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Stranger At The Door
The old man now nigh eighty years
Reflects upon his past,
His wrinkled eyes reflect his fears
He has not long to last.
When on his door a knock he hears
And opens it a-trembling,
He sees a stranger standing there
With face of death resembling.
With shaking voice and quaking heart
The old man begs reprieve.
'Too late, too late, we must depart
I've more to do this eve.'
Again he pleads, tho' all in vain
'This life I must correct.
Too many lives, I've caused much pain,
I cannot go just yet.'
The stranger smiles, and at his ...