Poems (Chitwood)/Watching by the Lattice
WATCHING BY THE LATTICE.
Watching by the lattice, Purely, clearly brightIs the young moon, smiling On the brow of night;Dimmer, softer, fainter, Falls the vesper light.
Watching by the lattice Sat a maiden fair,Smiles were on her cherry lips, Roses in her hair,And her heart kept vigil, Full of sunshine there.
Watching by the lattice: Now her azure eyeLooketh toward the wicket gate, Where the shadows lie,And she whispers softly, "He'll come by-and-by."
Watching by the lattice: Night hath lost her crown,For behind the smoky hills Has the moon gone down,And the silvery shadows Fade to somber brown.
Watching by the lattice: Ah, 'tis all in vain!Smiles have faded from her cheek, Hope has changed to pain;Through the little wicket gate He ne'er came again.