The Earth Turns South/I Pass a Lighted Window

by Clement Richardson Wood

I PASS A LIGHTED WINDOW

For Sara Teasdale

I pass a lighted window And a closed door—And I am not troubled Any more.

Though the road is murky, I am not afraid,For a shadow passes On the lighted shade.

Once I knew the sesame To the closed door;Now I shall not enter Any more;

Nor will people passing By the lit placeSee our shadows marry In a gray embrace.

Strange a passing shadow Has a long spell!What can matter, knowing She does well?

How can life annoy me Any more?Life: a lighted window And a closed door.