Windows at Night

I like to go walking at night
When lights are beginning to glow
In windows of all the small houses
Or large ones, wherever I go.

But I do hate to see shades pulled,
As if there were something to hide.
I like to see lamps, chairs, and people
And happiness on the inside.

For lighted windows are friendly
But shaded ones turn you away,
Closing their eyes to their neighbors
And the lovely departing day.

So if you think I might pass
Your house some summer night,
Leave your shade up and be friendly
When you turn on your light.

April 30, 1939