Alone in a window Oh I find myself!
In this dale of grey mountains, mud houses and brooks
A sequence of images surges up in mind
Not in cluster but in unbroken train
Like the retreating gees to their downy trees
From past memory they come up to the solitary man.
In vain they stretch to form some image or picture or dull mosaic
For when has water, smoke or air held a form or shape
But deep beneath the inward eye,
I feel, I feel her sparkling eyes
Whose luster outshines the dazzle of snow peaks
At some rare wintry morning when sun through them peeps.
I recall that gentle face, that snow white genie
Who slowly gripped my soul like the chill
That outside binds in frost the mossy oak and rill
Cold spread its claws and shrank me from within
Breath stopped to pause in reverence of her awe
Numb become senses, dumb is the nature's din.
Eyes welled up, heart beat sank
A tear dropped in her memory to thank.