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 agains t her heart,
out wailing in the rain.
~ from a retelling of Grimm's Red Riding Hood