Teasdale, Sara: The Unseen

Death went up the hall
 Unseen by every one,
Trailing twilight robes
 Past the nurse and the nun.

He paused at every door
 And listened to the breath
Of those who did not know
 How near they were to Death.

Death went up the hall
 Unseen by nurse and nun;
He passed by many a door –
 But he entered one.