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Poems (Chandler)/Her Window

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4458774Poems — Her WindowLouise Chandler Moulton
HER WINDOW.
OUT of her window, that morn of grace,
She leaned her radiant, beautiful face,—
The sun, ashamed, went into a cloud;
But, glad of the dawning, the birds sang loud.

A laggard went up the garden walk,
And lingered to hear the murmuring talk
Of flower and-bee and every comer
That fluttered along in front of the summer.

He quaffed the wine of the morning air,
And felt with a thrill that the day was fair,—
Then he raised his eyes to her window's height,—
"Ah, me," he said, "but the sun is bright!"