Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/From Two Windows
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FROM TWO WINDOWS.
He was young—and he saw the South:
The bird and the rose were there,
And the god with the lifted look
And the laurel in his hair.
Before him a palace stood;—
A shy wind moved the lace,
And showed by the light of a dream
A woman's wonderful face.
The bird and the rose were there,
And the god with the lifted look
And the laurel in his hair.
Before him a palace stood;—
A shy wind moved the lace,
And showed by the light of a dream
A woman's wonderful face.
He was old—and he saw the North:
The mountains were fierce and bare,
And pitiless swords of ice
'Were thrust at him from the air.
A ruin blackened the moon;
And in that forlornest place,
Wasted with famine and tears,
Lo, a woman's dreadful face!
The mountains were fierce and bare,
And pitiless swords of ice
'Were thrust at him from the air.
A ruin blackened the moon;
And in that forlornest place,
Wasted with famine and tears,
Lo, a woman's dreadful face!