Set Fire to the Stars!

A stranger has come to share my room,

A girl as mad as birds;

Bolting the night of the door –

With her arm her plume.

Strait in the mazed rest

She deludes the heaven-proof house –

With entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking –

The nightmarish room,

At large as the mute,

Or rides the imagined oceans of the wards.

She has come liberated

Who admits the delusive light –

Through the bouncing wall,

Liberated by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough –

Yet she walks the dust; Yet raves 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.