TO THE LADY AT THE WINDOW.
Kneeling at her window,
Solemn eyes uplifted
To blue skies, where sunbeams
Through soft clouds are sifted.
Solemn eyes uplifted
To blue skies, where sunbeams
Through soft clouds are sifted.
Two hands clasped together,
Mute lips sweet and pleading;
Looking in the future,
Life's great problem reading.
Mute lips sweet and pleading;
Looking in the future,
Life's great problem reading.
Looking in the future,
With a silent yearning;
Little in the distance
Are thine eyes discerning.
With a silent yearning;
Little in the distance
Are thine eyes discerning.
No faint answer cometh,
From the deep blue zenith,
To thy heart's deep question
What thy future meaneth.
From the deep blue zenith,
To thy heart's deep question
What thy future meaneth.
Lady, like an angel's
Is thine upturned face;
Thou hast surely wandered
From thy natal place.
Is thine upturned face;
Thou hast surely wandered
From thy natal place.
Lost thy way and straying
From the pearly portals;
The way back forgetting,
Cast thy lot with mortals.
From the pearly portals;
The way back forgetting,
Cast thy lot with mortals.
Well mayst thou be kneeling,
With thine eyes uplifted;
To a troubled ocean
Hath thy life-barque drifted.
With thine eyes uplifted;
To a troubled ocean
Hath thy life-barque drifted.
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