The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Through the Window
For other versions of this work, see Through the Window.
THROUGH THE WINDOW
Through the window Love looked in
For an instant only,
And behold!—a little maid
In the silence lonely.
At his glance, her lily cheek
Took the tint of roses,
And her lips soft parted, like
A bud that half uncloses.
Gentle tremors filled her breast,
And her eyes grew tender
With a something wistful that
His presence seemed to lend her.
Ah, 't was strange! Love there looked in
For an instant only,
Yet the lass, so lone before,
Seemed, methought, less lonely.