At the Window

She stands before the window there
and smiles at all who pass.
So brightens day of all who
thus hap to see this friendly lass

Yet shine of eye and depth of flush
gives clue her cheer might be
a secret she won't tell
of more than mere generic glee.

For past the sill, beneath the skirt
--where none astreet may see--
there flows a honeyed stream
o'er playful tongue and lips of me.