You have not yet drawn me out
You have not yet reached inside
Upon the steps you stand
Staunchly with your pride
You hem and haw and tap
And dart your eyes about
Safe now from the rain
But still you are without
Within the hearth awaits you
With frames still left to fill
Yet the threshold still abates you
Though your heartbeats trill
The lights within are dimming
Yet on my steps you strut
And though our heads are swimming
The door is groaning shut
The Mewriginal 
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