Oh, can't we see it all again?

To-morrow!—Sunday! Monday? When?

—Ah, when, when?

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Windows

nce, and in the daytime too, I made myself afraid,

Playing Eyelids-Up-and-Down, with the window-shade;

Till the Houses seemed to watch People going by;

And they kept me looking, too,—wondering where and why.

If I were that Other Boy,—if I were those Men,

Going by with things to sell,—who would I be, then?

Windows with their eyebrows high; windows like a frown,

Thinking it all over, so, with the curtains down;

Tall ones that are somehow sad, narrow ones that blink,—

All the Windows you can see make you think, and think.

If I were that Old Man, and I looked up at me

Watching from the window here, Oh, then how would it be?

Sometimes they are golden, with shining in their eyes.—

Every time the sun sets, it happens like surprise,—

And so bright, I almost forget the dream I made;

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