At Her Window

By Frederick Locker-Lampson

1821-1895


BEATING Heart! we come again
         Where my Love reposes;
This is Mabel's window-pane;
         These are Mabel's roses.

Is she nested? Does she kneel
         In the twilight stilly,
Lily clad from throat to heel,
         She, my virgin Lily?

Soon the wan, the wistful stars,
         Fading, will forsake her;
Elves of light, on beamy bars,
         Whisper then, and wake her.

Let this friendly pebble plead
         At her flowery grating;
If she hear me will she heed?
         Mabel, I am waiting.

Mabel will be deck'd anon,
         Zoned in bride's apparel;
Happy zone! O hark to yon
         Passion-shaken carol!

Sing thy song, thou tranced thrush,
         Pipe thy best, thy clearest;--
Hush, her lattice moves, O hush--
         Dearest Mabel!--dearest...

DayPoems Poem No. 695
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