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Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women.  1917.
 
“I Leaned out My Window”
By Jean Ingelaw
 
I LEANED out my window, I smelt the white clover,
  Dark, dark was the garden, I saw not the gate;
Now, if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover—
  Hush, nightingale, hush! Oh, sweet nightingale, wait
    Till I listen and hear        5
    If a step draweth near,
    For my love he is late!
 
“The skies in the darkness stoop nearer and nearer,
  A cluster of stars hangs like fruit in the tree,
The fall of the water comes sweeter, comes clearer:        10
  To what art thou listening, and what dost thou see?
    Let the star-clusters grow,
    Let the sweet waters flow,
    And cross quickly to me.
 
“You night moths that hover where honey brims over        15
  From sycamore blooms, or settle or sleep;
You glowworms, shine out, and the pathway discover
  To him that comes darkling along the rough steep.
    Ah, my sailor, make haste,
    For the time runs to waste,        20
    And my love lieth deep—
 
“Too deep for swift telling; and yet, my one lover,
  I ’ve conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night.”
By the sycamore passed he, and through the white clover,
  Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight;        25
    But I ’ll love him more, more
    Than e’er wife loved before,
    Be the day dark or bright.
 
 
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