THROUGH THE WINDOW, a poem

THROUGH the window Love looked in
     For an instant only,
And behold!—a little maid
     In the silence lonely.

At his glance, her lily cheek
     Took the tint of roses,
And her lips soft parted, like
     A bud that half uncloses.

Gentle tremors filled her breast,
     And her eyes grew tender
With a something wistful that
     His presence seemed to lend her.

Ah, 't was strange! Love there looked in
     For an instant only,
Yet the lass, so lone before,
     Seemed, methought, less lonely.

"Through the Window" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Unconquered Air (1912) and Poems (1916) Volume I.