I HAVE watched her at the window Through long days of snow and wind, Till I learnt to love the shadow That would flit across her blind. 'Twixt the lime-tree's leafless branches In the dusk my eyes I'd strain: Now the boughs are thick with foliage,— Tiresome Spring! you've come again! Now, behind that screen of verdure Is my angel lost to view; And no longer for the robins Will her white hands bread-crumbs strew. Never in the frosts of winter, Did those robins beg in vain; Now, alas! the snow has melted,— Tiresome Spring! you've come again! 'Tis kind winter that I wish for;— How I long to hear the hail Rattling on deserted pavements, Dancing in the stormy gale! For I then could see her windows, Watch my darling through each pane Now the lime-trees are in blossom,— Tiresome Spring! you've come again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES TIME'S SHADOW by MATHILDE BLIND COUPLETS IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT UNDER THE TREES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH PERPLEXED MUSIC by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |