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 plume.

　　Strait in the mazed bed

　　She deludes 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 wards.

　　She has come possessed

　　Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall，

　　Possessed 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.

Dylan Thomas