Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.

I Pass a Lighted Window

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 place,

See 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.