Lovers had she, young and old,
Princes foolish, princes wise,
Lured by all the love untold
In her tender eyes.
By her window in the tower
Once she sat and listened long—
Fairer she than any flower
That inspires a song!
Far below her, in his boat,
Sang the poet, and her name
Soaring in a silver note
Through the window came.
Just a simple lyric, yet
Fashioned with such perfect art
Nevermore could she forget
How it thrilled her heart.
She will never wed a prince,
Though the king’s own choice he were;
Life holds something dearer since
Love’s self sang to her.
Frank Dempster Sherman.
MRS. MASSINGBYRD INTERFERES
By Mary H. Vorse
