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 LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS |