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.
Words for the Year 
That last line… really got me!
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The heart and the mind… Always seemingly at odds with each other. As if we could lock out our wailing hearts as we could lock out a howling dog for the night.
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