Page:Collected poems vol 2 de la mare.djvu/138

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THE WINDOW

BEHIND the blinds I sit and watch
The people passing — passing by;
And not a single one can see
My tiny watching eye.

They cannot see my little room,
All yellowed with the shaded sun;
They do not even know I am here;
Nor will guess when I am gone.

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