Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed, I read no more, Watching the fire dance On the floor. I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. Singing and singing A merry air, Lean out of the window, Goldenhair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |