At The Window

________________________________________________
Title:     At The Window
Author: Thomas S. Jones [More Titles by Jones]

I looked out of my window tall
And laughed to see the May,
For everything both great and small
Was on a holiday.

Then Love came by and laughed at me,
And I forgot the Spring--
Only I knew the ecstasy
Of madly listening.

And now the branches all again
Are red with vernal May,
But tears have dimmed the window-pane--
And no one comes my way.

[The end]
Thomas S. Jones's poem: At The Window

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN