The Window
by Walter de la Mare
Behind the blinds I sit and watch
The people passing - passing by;
And not a single one can see
My tiny watching eye.
They cannot see my little room,
All yellowed with the shaded sun,
They do not even know I'm here;
Nor'll guess when I am gone.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
All yellowed with the shaded sun
From Peacock Pie by Walter de la Mare
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