JAMES LEE. I. AT THE WINDOW. 1. Aн, love, but a day, And the world has changed! The sun's away, And the bird's estranged; The wind has dropped, And the sky's deranged: Summer has stopped. 2. Look in my eyes! Wilt thou change too? Should I fear surprise? Shall I find aught new In the old and dear, In the good and true, With the changing year? |