Open the windows and the doors all wide

Lest aught of night abide,

Or, like a ship's trail in the sea, survive

What made it there to live!

She lies in bed half waiting that her wish

Grow bolder or more rich

To make her rise, or poorer, to oust fear,

And she rise as a common day were here.

That she would be a bride in bed with man

The parts where she is woman do insist

And send up messages that shame doth ban

From being dreamed but in a shapeless mist.

She opes her eyes, the ceiling sees above

Shutting the small alcove,

And thinks, till she must shut her eyes again,

Another ceiling she this night will know,

Another house, another bed, she lain

In a way she half guesses; so

She shuts her eyes to see not the room she

Soon will no longer see.

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