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| LOVERS, forget your love, | |
| And list to the love of these, | |
| She a window flower, | |
| And he a winter breeze. | |
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| When the frosty window veil | 5 |
| Was melted down at noon, | |
| And the cagèd yellow bird | |
| Hung over her in tune, | |
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| He marked her through the pane, | |
| He could not help but mark, | 10 |
| And only passed her by, | |
| To come again at dark. | |
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| He was a winter wind, | |
| Concerned with ice and snow, | |
| Dead weeds and unmated birds, | 15 |
| And little of love could know. | |
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| But he sighed upon the sill, | |
| He gave the sash a shake, | |
| As witness all within | |
| Who lay that night awake. | 20 |
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| Perchance he half prevailed | |
| To win her for the flight | |
| From the firelit looking-glass | |
| And warm stove-window light. | |
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| But the flower leaned aside | 25 |
| And thought of naught to say, | |
| And morning found the breeze | |
| A hundred miles away. |
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