Through the Window near His Bed
Through the window near his bed,
On his tousled head,
All her magic on the sprite
Poured the Lady of the night.
Down a ladder came the lad
With the moonlight mad;
Down a ladder from his room
To the moonlit garden's gloom.
White with light was every limb-
Moonlight maddened him
As he nakedly came down
To the garden's moonlit frown.
Trod he underneath the trees
With a sprightly ease,
While the moonlight on his face
Lingered with a wingéd grace.
Thus he came to know the smart
In the trembling heart,
When that cruel bee, the moon,
Stings one in her midnight noon.
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20 lines · 5 stanzas