AT HER WINDOW
(Serenade.)
By Frank Dempster Sherman
Come to thy window, Love,
And through the lattice bars
Show me a fairer sky above.
With two more lovely stars;
So shall the summer night
Know new depths of delight,
And I in dreams grow wise
Remembering thine eyes.
Come to thy window, Sweet,
And wide the lattice swing,
That vagrant zephyrs may repeat
What words my lips shall sing
Unto your ears anew,
Up from the fragrant dew,
That all your dreams may be
Like those that gladden me.
Come to thy window:—soft!
Thy footstep light I hear.
About me silence, but aloft
A melody most dear.
It is thy voice that fills
The night’s blue cup and spills
Into the air the word
A rose breathes to a bird.
Come to thy window:—so,
I glimpse the gleam of grace.
Rose of all roses now I know
Featured in thy fair face:
Now all love’s joy is mine
Save one heart that is thine.
Dearest, my dream is this—
Thy heart’s beat and thy kiss!