Supplicating.

One morn I looked across the way,
    And saw you fling your window wide
To welcome in the breath of May
    In breezes from the mountain-side,
And greet the sunlight's earliest ray
    With happy look and satisfied.

The pansies on your window-sill
    In terra cotta flowerpot,
Like royal gold and purple frill
    Upon the stony casement wrought,
Adorned your tasteful domicile
    And claimed your time and care and thought.

In cherry trees the robins sang
    Their sweetest carol to your ear,
And shouts of merry children rang
    Out on the dewy atmosphere,
But to my heart there came a pang
    That my salute you did not hear.

I envied then the favored breeze
    That dallied with your flowing hair,
Begrudged the songsters in the trees
    And longed to be a flow'ret fair -
Some favorite blossom like heartease -
    Within your miniature parterre.

O heart, that finds such ample room
    Within thy confines broad and true,
For song and sunshine and perfume
    And all benign impulses - go,
I pray thee, dissipate my gloom -
    And take in thy petitioner too!