Sara Teasdale — The Unseen

Death went up the hall        &nbsp Unseen by every one, Trailing twilight robes        &nbsp Past the nurse and the nun. He paused at every door        &nbsp And listened to the breath Of those who did not know        &nbsp How near they were to Death. Death went up the hall        &nbsp Unseen by nurse and nun; He passed by many a door—        &nbsp But he entered one.