A casement window's a magic thing, Old romances about it cling -- And if yours looks out on your garden too, Add moonlight and see what it does to you. Abelard, Villon, and Romeo, Poets and lovers of long ago, Lifted their plea to a casement high, Gayly determined to love or die. When I lean out from my casement white O'er my garden sweet in the bright moonlight Great lovers are there mid the blossoms met And I'm Heloise, Marie, or Juliet. A casement window's a magic thing, Opening wide with impetuous fling; Whoever did anything sweetly rash After prudently lifting a window sash? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER CARMEN BELLICOSUM by GUY HUMPHREYS MCMASTER AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |