A stranger has come

　　To share my room in the house not right in the head，

　　A girl mad as birds

　　Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume¹.

　　Strait in the mazed² bed

　　She deludes³ the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

　　Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room，

　　At large as the dead，

　　Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards⁴.

　　She has come possessed⁵

　　Who admits the delusive⁶ light through the bouncing wall，

　　Possessed by the skies

　　She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust

　　Yet raves⁷ at her will

　　On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

　　And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last

　　I may without fail

　　Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

Dylan Thomas