There's a woman's face at the window, a face that has faded white, For there at the farther corner the world passes under the light, And the one you wait will yet come home if you watch far into the night. There's a woman's face at the window, and many the men who pass Beneath the light at the corner, but never the one, alas! There's a woman's face at the windowpane, and is it rain on the glass? She may be only a mother who waits for a roving boy, Or wife for a tardy husband delayed by the day's employ -- But if it is you she 'waits tonight, God grant that you bring her joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |