Classic Poem

Watching For Me at the Window

Watching for me at the window
Through ringlets of flossy gold,
With the roses clasped in his fingers
As only a child may hold;
And his eyes like the laughing bluebells
That dance in the dusky wold.

Watching for me at the window,
O sweetest of baby boys,
Forgetting his gleesome frolic,
Forgetting his treasured toys!
O rarest of budding roses,
O dearest of earthly joys!

Watching for me at the window;
But oh, it is far and high,
And my feet they are weary of climbing
Since my darling no longer is nigh;
With his eyes that are glad at my coming,
And his voice that responds to my cry.

Watching for me at the window,
O darling, I hasten to thee,
As up from the din of the city
In the days I may nevermore see;
To clasp thee again to my bosom,
In the Heaven that waits for me.English