Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Through the Window

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Poems, Volume I by Florence Earle Coates Through the Window

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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.