I shall lock my door
With a bolt and a cable.
I shall block my door
With a bureau and a table!

With all my might
My door shall be barred;
I shall put up a fight;
I shall take it hard!

With his hand on my mouth
He shall drag me forth,
Shrieking to the south
And clutching at the north!

—Edna St. Vincent Millay, Moriturus