And oft midst wishes, fears, and sighs,
’Twas thus she would soliloquise:—
“My pretty window! that commands
Those meadows green, and wooded lands,
So sunny, that the latest ray
Its panes receive of parting day.
O! with what joy, when near it plac’d,
I’ve watch’d my husband homeward haste!
Or heard, from fair returning late,
The welcome sounds of ‘Holla, Kate!’