Near My Window Sill

So silent always Before my eyes And beside my window sill Climbing up the steep like that of a hill Things clustered and tucked in to leaves Swinging like pearls One such a tree over All day with a nod and smile me stir I talk and sing with love-lit eyes With a hope that she may rise And touch my pulse and eye With spring and gladden my heart alike Alas she has lovers many And three of them are very crazy One coquets with her hours together As if to idle away merrily this summer Another swiftly sailing through the breeze Alights on her with an enterprise And that makes her happy, fulfilling and bright For he feeds on and sweetly bites for sweet And the day passes by Drowsing forth his chant only Charming her and his majesty And not me for it is honey, honey and honey As all day long he hums But a tune of flattery it seems And another captivated by the leafy murmur And her beauty, essence and colour Does flit and circle and circle And then droop to delicious rest for a while Takes a sip or two, a desire always cherished with being Here or there happy having it as if gratifying And then disappears where Best known to him or his wings feathery I see them all coming one by one or together And depart but one till moon rises over To beguile him with morn and a clover field For I see him overhead Humming a new ballad Of treasure as if he has gained I could not help but envy For I am a lover too shy and lonely Though never complain, nor rave, nor blush I do heave the sigh of despair to see closer her face And that is as good as a cool breeze passing by For she waves gently with the sigh Maybe gesturing love and hope and triumph Oh, beauty, passing beauty I fell asleep While thinking of you one evening Weary and restless with vain waiting Time passed into midnight And midnight into morn I knew not When and when you stole into my bed and into my sleep Creeping in along with the sun kissing my cheek and lip Were like a dream come true When I saw you beside me through Filling the cup of my heart full and still With your cup of love brimming my window sill