Poem: “The Window” by Henry Van Dyke

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The Window

All night long, by a distant bell The passing hours were notchedOn the dark, while her breathing rose and fell; And the spark of life I watchedIn her face was glowing, or fading,—who could tell?— And the open window of the room, With a flare of yellow light, Was peering out into the gloom, Like an eye that searched the night.

Oh, what do you see in the dark, little window, and why do you peer?“I see that the garden is crowded with creeping forms of fear:Little white ghosts in the locust-tree, wave in the night-wind’s breath,And low in the leafy laurels the lurking shadow of death.”

Sweet, clear notes of a waking bird Told of the passing awayOf the dark,—and my darling may have heard; For she smiled in her sleep, while the rayOf the rising dawn spoke joy without a word, Till the splendour born in the east outburned The yellow lamplight, pale and thin, And the open window slowly turned To the eye of the morning, looking in.

Oh, what do you see in the room, little window, that makes you so bright?“I see that a child is asleep on her pillow, soft and white:With the rose of life on her lips, the pulse of life in her breast,And the arms of God around her, she quietly takes her rest.”

Neuilly, June, 1909.

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