Freston
97
And I will use my highest art,
To give it immortality."
To give it immortality."
"Oh, may I choose the subject, dear?"
Her eyes looked grave while her lips smiled.
"A moment let me think it out,
Then you may greet my spirit's child.
Her eyes looked grave while her lips smiled.
"A moment let me think it out,
Then you may greet my spirit's child.
"A long, low window toward the West,
Viewed from the inner side;
A crimson curtain's shimmering folds
Drawn loosely to one side.
Viewed from the inner side;
A crimson curtain's shimmering folds
Drawn loosely to one side.
The casement open to the breeze,
Showing a blue, blue sky,
O'er which one tiny, fleecy cloud
Goes softly floating by.
Showing a blue, blue sky,
O'er which one tiny, fleecy cloud
Goes softly floating by.
Outside the window grows a tree,
A small branch seen within,
Its leaves just quivering with life
And love of the sweet spring.
A small branch seen within,
Its leaves just quivering with life
And love of the sweet spring.
And on the dark stone window ledge
Lies one rich, full-blown rose,
Plucked from its stem by some dear friend,—
Or lover, no one knows,—
Lies one rich, full-blown rose,
Plucked from its stem by some dear friend,—
Or lover, no one knows,—