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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse.  1912.
Edward Rowland Sill. 1841–1887
207. The Open Window
MY tower was grimly builded, 
  With many a bolt and bar, 
"And here," I thought, "I will keep my life 
  From the bitter world afar." 
Dark and chill was the stony floor,         5
  Where never a sunbeam lay, 
And the mould crept up on the dreary wall, 
  With its ghost touch, day by day. 
One morn, in my sullen musings, 
  A flutter and cry I heard;  10
And close at the rusty casement 
  There clung a frightened bird. 
Then back I flung the shutter 
  That was never before undone, 
And I kept till its wings were rested  15
  The little weary one. 
But in through the open window, 
  Which I had forgot to close, 
There had burst a gush of sunshine 
  And a summer scent of rose.  20
For all the while I had burrowed 
  There in my dingy tower, 
Lo! the birds had sung and the leaves had danced 
  From hour to sunny hour. 
And such balm and warmth and beauty  25
  Came drifting in since then, 
That the window still stands open 
  And shall never be shut again. 

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