THE FACE IN THE WINDOW

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1715, 11 January 1905, Page 69

THE FACE IN THE WINDOW

A little face shines at the window-sill, As the morning sun peeps over a hill, And I, looking up from the path below, See the wee faoe cloud, as 1 turn to go. And the clouds melt into a mist, which tries (Such a troublesome mist!) to blur my eye® That my goodby glances may scarcely see The little sun-face which clouds for me. O, whether on land, or whether on sea, That little sun-face still shines for me, And I am a Parsee and worship the sun Which symbols the shine of my own little one, Which enlightens my night, which illumines my noon, Whether clouded, or clear, be the sun and the moon. And lo! as the sun down the west’s abyss Sinks slowly and sends me his good-night kiss, I am sending it back in the hope that lie I® kissing the face in the window for me!