INTERIOR
Her mind lives in a quiet room
A narrow room, and tall
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom,
And mottoes on the wall
There all the things are waxen neat
And set in decorous lines
And there are posies, round and sweet
And little, straightened vines
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain
And bolts the door against her heart
Out wailing in the rain
-Dorothy Parker