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 opens 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.