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| − | ... | + | {{Style P-Poem|poem=From my upper window, at the close of day, |
| + | Sadly watching passers on their homeward way, | ||
| + | Sadly sweetly thinking of the joy and glee | ||
| + | When one came, my babies, home to you and me ! | ||
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| + | In the dusk, with faces close against the pane, | ||
| + | Peered we through the starlight, snow, or summer rain, | ||
| + | Happy hearts and faces watching through the gloom | ||
| + | For the blessed footstep that was sure to come. | ||
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| + | Hark ! I hear its echo, babies mine, once more ! | ||
| + | Hear the latch-key turning in the opening door ! | ||
| + | From my knee you’re springing fearless in the gloom, | ||
| + | While I flood with radiance all the darkened room. | ||
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| + | Swift you fly to meet him, open wide the door, | ||
| + | Closely are we gathered to his heart once more. | ||
| + | Tender kiss and blessing greet your childish glee, | ||
| + | But the warmest, babies, always was for me ! | ||
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| + | Fast my tears are falling o’er the memory sweet, | ||
| + | While I catch the echo still of passing feet ; | ||
| + | But through summer starlight or through wintry rain | ||
| + | Never, O my babies, will he come again ! | ||
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| + | We are now the wanderers in the dusk and gloom, | ||
| + | He the one that’s waiting in the happy home. | ||
| + | From his upper window, though we may not see, | ||
| + | He’s watching, O my babies, to welcome you and me.}} | ||
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Sound Ideas
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Watching and Waiting
From my upper window, at the close of day, |