“The blessed damozel leaned out
From the gold bar of heaven,”
and reconnoitered from behind the blinds.
“The wonder was not yet quite gone
From that still look of hers,”
when an armed man and a legged dog appeared in the opening. I was vigilantly watching him.
.... “And now
She spoke through the still weather.”
“Are you afraid to speak to him?” asked Polly.
Not exactly,
...."she spoke as when
The stars sang in their spheres.
“Stung by this inquiry, I leaned out of the window till
“The bar I leaned on (was) warm,”