Poetry |
Clair and Elsie ~1940 |
LoveI sat at the window and what did I see?A mocking bird perched in the tip of a tree, Pouring forth songs so glorious and free: Out on the hillside a drift of starry bloom, Scattering in the dusk its precious perfume: Skies softly colored from the sun that was set, And birds flying homeward to mates waiting yet: Then husband coming quickly down the bordered lane, Hastening his steps to sooner speak my name: Nothing more I wished to see, For he was coming home to me. Tho’ I sat at the window and listened long, There came no lilt of a mocking bird’s song: And even by looking both far and wide, I could see no drift of white on the hillside: Skies all about were overspread with gray, The birds had flown to regions far away: Yet something I saw made my heart beat fast, For down the old lane he came at last: And what more could I wish to see, Than my husband coming home to me? —Mrs. C. C. Barnett. Return to Top |