THERE is a window, years long past I knew, Which oft and oft my gaze, though distant, sought; Silent I waited till one came in view Who opened it, and dreamed, as lost in thought. One day 'twas closed, and no one from that hour Has thrown it open when the dawning wakes. How sad it looks shut 'gainst the sun's bright power, And when with the night wind the shutter shakes! The workman, who each morning winds his way To where he plies his customed industry, Wonders to see it fastened day by day, But cries, 'Why care!' and whistling, hurries by. Now, as of yore, I pass that window near, And slack my footsteps as I reach the spot; Silent I wait for some one to appear, Although, that none will come, full well I wot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY A REQUIEM FOR SOLDIERS LOST IN OCEAN TRANSPORTS by HERMAN MELVILLE DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM AT CLIFTON by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR GRANDCHILD ELIZABETH .. WHO DECEASED 1665 by ANNE BRADSTREET |