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THROUGH A WINDOW.
THROUGH A WINDOW.
![I](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/93/IllumPoemsAllenI.png/66px-IllumPoemsAllenI.png)
And look through the window again,
With eyes that are changed since the old time,
And the sting of an exquisite pain.
'Tis not much that I see for a picture,
Through boughs that are green with spring,—
A barn with its roof gray and mossy,
And above it a bird on the wing;
Through boughs that are green with spring,—
A barn with its roof gray and mossy,
And above it a bird on the wing;
Or, lifting my head a thought higher,
Some hills and a village I know,
And over it all the blue heaven,
With a white cloud floating below.
Some hills and a village I know,
And over it all the blue heaven,
With a white cloud floating below.