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

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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.