IN THE WINDOW
Oh . . . my love comes to me to-night,
After the weary days.
And I must trim the candle bright
And light a cheerful blaze.
After the weary days.
And I must trim the candle bright
And light a cheerful blaze.
Then close within the window stand,
As down the silent streets
My heart shall hear his coming, and
How it knows, and beats!
As down the silent streets
My heart shall hear his coming, and
How it knows, and beats!
His footstep falls from stair to stair,
(Oh my love is my own!)
I wear a ribbon in my hair
That only he has known.
(Oh my love is my own!)
I wear a ribbon in my hair
That only he has known.
His kiss upon my palms he left;
I hold its message, still.
Long days have made his soul bereft,
To-night ... he takes his fill!
I hold its message, still.
Long days have made his soul bereft,
To-night ... he takes his fill!
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