Paul Laurence Dunbar - Behind The Arras lyrics

As in some dim baronial hall restrained, A prisoner sits, engirt by secret doors And waving tapestries that argue forth Strange pa**ages into the outer air; So in this dimmer room which we call life, Thus sits the soul and marks with eye intent That mystic curtain o'er the portal d**h; Still deeming that behind the arras lies The lambent way that leads to lasting light. Poor fooled and foolish soul! Know now that d**h Is but a blind, false door that nowhere leads, And gives no hope of exit final, free.