James Lee'S Wife Speaks At The Window

Ah, Love, but a day And the world has changed! The sun 's away, And the bird estranged; The wind has dropped, And the sky 's deranged: Summer has stopped.

Look in my eyes! Wilt thou change too? Should I fear surprise? Shall I find aught new In the old and dear, In the good and true, With the changing year?

Thou art a man, But I am thy love. For the lake, its swan; For the dell its dove; And for thee--(oh, haste!) Me, to bend above, Me, to hold embraced.