A whisper low beyond the wall, a name below the breath—
For Life is full of treachery, yet Love is Lord of Death—
The tinkle of a gay guitar, a cry, a horse in flight—
Ay Dios! guard the quinta in the gorgeous tropic night.
Augusta Davies Ogden.
AT HER WINDOW
(Serenade.)
By Frank Dempster Sherman
Come to thy window, Love,