In the Window

Oh . . . my love comes to me to-night,After the weary days.And I must trim the candle brightAnd light a cheerful blaze.

Then close within the window stand,As down the silent streetsMy heart shall hear his coming, andHow it knows, and beats!

His footstep falls from stair to stair,(Oh my love is my own!)I wear a ribbon in my hairThat only he has known.

His kiss upon my palms he left;I hold its message, still.Long days have made his soul bereft,To-night ... he takes his fill!

In winter-time, in summer too,In sunshine, and in rain.Love waits for love, the wide world thro'.(Alas ... for watches vain!)

As in my window, hid I stand;(Would all so blest might be!)His step is on the threshold, andMy love has come to me.