Poem about death bookmarked by Jeannette

The book next to Jeannette's bed  was Richard Wilbur's Anterooms which Jeannette had told her neighbor was "all about death."  Here is the poem that Jeannette had marked with her business card at the time she died, one she had clearly been reading recently.

The House

by Richard Wilbur August 31, 2009

Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes

For a last look at that white house she knew

In sleep alone, and held no title to,

And had not entered yet, for all her sighs.

What did she tell me of that house of hers?

White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door;

A widow’s walk above the bouldered shore;

Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.

Is she now there, wherever there may be?

Only a foolish man would hope to find

That haven fashioned by her dreaming mind.

Night after night, my love, I put to sea.

Here's a link to the Richard Wilber reading his poems, with the second one being "The House."
http://www.kwls.org/podcasts/richard_wilbur_2010/