I went to the house of Everyman,
I found his woman there.
I asked her, Where is Everyman?
She said, His home is air.

I asked her, then, What is he like?
She said, No woman knows.
He moaned a little as he crept
beneath my linen clothes.

He lay upon me as a bird,
she said with half disdain.
Why, in the hurry of his wings
he scarcely spoke my name!

And when he left you, did you grieve?
Oh, no, I scarcely knew…
She rose, and to the window moved,
indolent and huge…

Then all at once her body broke
in two parts, like a stone,
and as the savage bird escaped,
It’s Everyman, she moaned.