" A moment later I was in a hansom and on the way to Roebuck's.
TO BE CONTINUED.
THE WINDOW
This is the window where, one day,
I watched him as he came,
When all the world was white with May,
And vibrant with his name.
His eyes to mine, my eyes to his-
Oh lad, how glad were we,
What time I leaned to catch the kiss
Your fingers tossed to me!
This is the window where, one day,
I crouched to see him go,
When all the world with wrath was gray
And desolate with snow.
Oh, this the glass where prophet-wise
My fate I needs must spell;
Through this I looked on Paradise,
Through this I looked on Hell.
THEODOSIA GARRISON.
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