Girl of fifteen, I see you each morning from my window As you pass on your way to school. I do more than see, I watch you. I furtively draw the curtain aside. And my heart leaps through my eyes And follows you down the street; Leaving me behind, half-hid And wholly ashamed. What holds me back, Half-hid behind the curtains and wholly ashamed, But my forty years beyond your fifteen? Girl of fifteen, as you pass There passes, too, a lightning flash of time In which you lift those forty summers off my head, And take those forty winters out of my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BUCK O' KINGWATTER by ROBERT ANDERSON OF CARLISLE THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN: MIDNIGHT HYMN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN: SPEAKER'S MEANING DIMLY DESCRIBED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |