Two Windows

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2 id="id00658" style="margin-top: 4em"> TWO WINDOWS.</h2> <h5 id="id00659"> I.</h5> <p id="id00660" style="margin-top: 2em">  One looks into the sun lawn, and the steep<br/> Curved slopes of hills, set sharp against the sky,<br/> With tufted woods encinctured, waving high<br/> O'er vales below, where broken shadows sleep.<br/> Here, looking forth before the first faint cry<br/> Of mother-bird, fluttering a drowsy wing<br/> Above her brood, awakes the full-voiced choir,<br/> Ere yet the morning tips the hills with fire,<br/> And turns the drapery of the east to gold,<br/> My wondering eyes the opening heavens behold,<br/> Where far within deep calleth unto deep,<br/> And the whole world stands hushed and worshipping.<br/> Even thus,—I muse,—shall heaven's gates unfold,<br/> When earth beholds the coming of her King.<br/></p> <h4 id="id00661" style="margin-top: 2em"> II.</h4> <p id="id00662" style="margin-top: 2em">  This opens on the sunset, and the sea<br/> From its high casement: never twice the same<br/> Grand picture rises in its sea-girt frame<br/> Islets of pearl, and rocks of porphyry<br/> And cliffs of jasper, touched with sunset flame,<br/> And island-trees—that look like Eden's—grow<br/> Palm-like and slender, in gradations fine,<br/> That fade and die along the horizon line,<br/> And the wide heavens become—above—below—<br/> A luminous sea without a boundary<br/></p> <p id="id00663">  Nay wistful heart,—at day-dawn, or at noon—<br/> Or midnight watch—the Bridegroom cometh soon;<br/> By yonder shining path—or pearly gate;<br/> The word is sure,—thou therefore, watch and wait.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />