The Window O’er the Way

Sits she there a charming creature

     In the window o’er the way;

Fair of form and fair of feature

     Wreathed in little smiles that play

All about her lips of cherry,

     Making one’s existence sweet;

Ah! She is a picture very

     In the dull and sunless street.

Sits she there a tempting vision

     In the window o’er the way;

Filling hearts with joys Elysian

     Through the somber work-a-day.

Days have come and days departed,

     And I said this very day,

“I’ll no longer be faint hearted

     With the maiden o’er the way”

So I smiled and bowed politely

     At the window o’er the way;

See! Her eyes are shining brightly,

     What is she about to say?

See! Her lips have parted sweetly,

     Lips as red as lips can be;

O, she’s frozen me completely,

     She has made a face at me!

March 18, ‘10