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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Window</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every morning, as I walk down<br>From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, <br>I see at a window, near the street, <br>The face of a woman, fair and sweet, <br>With soft brown eyes and chestnut hair, <br>And red lips, warm with the kisses left there.<br>And she stands there as long as she can see<br>The man who walks just ahead of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night, when I come from my office down town, <br>There stands a woman with eyes of brown, <br>Smiling out through the window blind<br>At the man who is walking just behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fellow and I resemble each other -<br>At least so I'm told by one and another, <br>(Though I think I'm the handsomer by far, of the two,) <br>I don't know him at all, save to 'how d'ye do, '<br>Or nod when I meet him. I think he's at work<br>In a dry-goods store as a salaried clerk.<br>And I am a lawyer of high renown, <br>Having a snug bank account and an office down town, -<br>Yet I feel for that fellow an envious spite, <br>(it had no other name, so I speak it outright.) <br>There were symptoms before; but it's grown I believe, <br>Alarmingly fast, since one cloudy eve, <br>When passing the little house close by the street, <br>I heard the patter of two little feet, <br>And a figure in pink fluttered down to the gate, <br>And a sweet voice exclaimed, 'Oh, Will, you are late! <br>And, darling, I've watched at the window until -<br>Sir, I beg pardon! I thought it was Will! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I passed on my way, with such a strange feeling<br>Down in my heart. My brain seemed to be reeling; <br>For, as it happens, my name, too, is Will, <br>And that voice crying 'darling, ' sent such an odd thrill<br>Throughout my whole being! 'How nice it would be, '<br>Thought I, 'If it were in reality me<br>That she's watched and longed for, instead of that lout! '<br>(It was envy that made me use that word, no doubt,) <br>For he's a fine fellow, and handsome! -(ahem!) <br>But then it's absurd that this rare little gem<br>Of a woman should stand there and look out for him<br>Till she brings on a headache, and makes her eyes dim, <br>While I go to lodgings, dull, dreary and bare, <br>With no one to welcome me, no one to care<br>If I'm early of late. No soft eyes of brown<br>To watch when I go to, or come from the town.<br>This bleak, wretched, bachelor life is about<br>(If I may be allowed the expression) played out.<br>Somewhere there must be, in the wide world, I think, <br>Another fair woman who dresses in pink, <br>And I know of a cottage, for sale, just below, <br>And it has a French window in front and - heigho! <br>I wonder how long, at the longest, 'twill be<br>Before, coming home from the office, I'll see<br>A nice little woman there, watching for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, 
I see at a window, near the street, 
The face of a woman, fair and sweet, 
With soft brown eyes and chestnut hair, 
And red lips, warm with the kisses left there.
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