Randall Thompson — Some One

Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Some one came knocking I'm sure - sure - sure; I listened, I opened I looked to left and right But naught there was a-stirring In the still 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 came knocking At all, at all, at all