I Pass A Lighted Window Poem by Clement Wood

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.