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One morn I looked across the way,
  And saw you fling your window wide
To welcome in the breath of May
  In breezes from the mountain-side,
And greet the sunlight’s earliest ray
  With happy look and satisfied.

The pansies on your window-sill
  In terra cotta flowerpot,
Like royal gold and purple frill
  Upon the stony casement wrought,
Adorned your tasteful domicile
  And claimed your time and care and thought.

In cherry trees the robins sang
  Their sweetest carol to your ear,
And shouts of merry children rang
  Out on the dewy atmosphere,
But to my heart there came a pang
  That my salute you did not hear.

I envied then the favored breeze
  That dallied with your flowing hair,
Begrudged the songsters in the trees
  And longed to be a flow’ret fair—
Some favorite blossom like heartease—
  Within your miniature parterre.

O heart, that finds such ample room
  Within thy confines broad and true,
For song and sunshine and perfume
  And all benign impulses—go,
I pray thee, dissipate my gloom—
  And take in thy petitioner too!