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.