From My Window.
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Before Sunset.
Framed in the open window,1
’Gainst a background of green and red,2
The sweep of a flowing garment ;3
And the droop of a queen-like head;4
And a delicate hand outstretchèd 5
To gather the leaves of the rose,6
And a voice that carols the story7
Of Love, its joys and its woes.8
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The clouds are rosy above her,9
The trees catch the hue of the sky,10
Where they bend to the distant gable 11
All a-glow with an amethyst dye.12
After Sunset.
A noise at the garden wicket,13
A heavier step on the ground ;14
Two voices talking in whispers,15
And one has a deeper sound.16
Two figures framed in the window,17
Blurr’d in with the leaves and sky ;18
The breeze from the grave of the daylight19
Coming up with an ominous sigh.20
The black trees mourn o’er the gable,21
The mists steam up from the dell ;22
Of two, that are framed in the window,23
There’s one that loves far too well. 24
A woman looks out of an open window. She leans against the window frame and her left
hand rests on the window pane. She holds
a cut flower in her right hand. Trees, hills, and clouds can be seen through the window.
At the woman’s side, there are baskets and
a small piece of standing furniture. 1/2 page contained within a single-ruled rectangular
border.