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And such balm and warmth and beautyCame drifting in since then,That the window still stands openAnd shall never be shut again. AND SUCH BALM AND WARMTH AND BEAUTY CAME DRIFTING IN SINCE THEN THAT THE WINDOW STILL STANDS OPEN AND SHALL NEVER BE SHUT AGAIN
e » Yale Book of American Verse » 207 The Open Window Previous Article Next Article Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. Edward Rowland Sill 1841–1887 Edward Rowland Sill 207 The Open Window MY tower was grimly builded,With many a bolt and bar,“And here,” I thought, “I will keep my lifeFrom the bitter world afar.”Dark and chill was the stony floor,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;And close at the rusty casementThere clung a frightened bird.Then back I flung the shutterThat was never before undone,And I kept till its wings were restedThe little weary one.But in through the open window,Which I had forgot to close,There had burst a gush of sunshineAnd a summer scent of rose.For all the while I had burrowedThere in my dingy tower,Lo! the birds had sung and the leaves had dancedFrom hour to sunny hour.  THE OPEN WINDOW BY EDWARD ROLL AND SYLL READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT ORG BY GALE CATO 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 WHERE NEVER A SUNBEAM LAY AND THE MOULD CREPT UP TO THE DREARY WALL WITH ITS GHOST TOUCH DAY BY DAY ONE MORN IN MY SULLEN MUSINGS A FLUTTER AND CRY I HEARD 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 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 FOR ALL WHILE I HAD BURROWED THERE IN MY DINGY TOWER LO THE BIRDS HAD SUNG AND THE LEAVES HAD DANCED FROM HOUR TO SUNNY HOUR
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