Naked came I to this room
Around me stand the harp and broom
Passersby perform the parting lie
around my window;
Berries blush their bluest in the shadow
of the bottle-fly.
Iward some daft light I know not darts between
the bulbous glow and foul insectuous sheen.
Why I know not nor to Whom
naked came I to this room.
Naked fell I to the floor;
No one bade me Shut The Door.