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!