  One morn I looked across the way, And saw you fling your window wide To welcome in the breath of May In breezes from the mountain-side, And greet the sunlight's earliest ray With happy look and satisfied. The pansies on your window-sill In terra cotta flowerpot, Upon the stony casement wrought, Adorned your tasteful domicile And claimed your time and care and thought. In cherry trees the robins sang Their sweetest carol to your ear, And shouts of merry children rang Out on the dewy atmosphere, But to my heart there came a pang That my salute you did not hear. I envied then the favored breeze That dallied with your flowing hair, Begrudged the songsters in the trees And longed to be a flow'ret fair— Some favorite blossom like heartease— Within your miniature parterre. O heart, that finds such ample room Within thy confines broad and true, For song and sunshine and perfume And all benign impulses—go, I pray thee, dissipate my gloom— And take in thy petitioner too! |
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