From a Window

The sunset touched the house today
The children laughed and called my name
Upon the path so overgrown with briar
And mother says the summer's come
But I'm too ill to play
And so they ran away and I grew tired

I hear their voices echoing
Though dying light upon the green
As evening falls so vivid and so deep
And mother takes me to the flowers
Behind our garden walls
And I am ready now to sleep

And I dreamt a ship had come
To take me far away from here
And I could see the sea stretch though the dark

But I woke to midnight
And the wind upon the trees
Was calling to the beating of my heart

Though canopies of lonely grey
The fingers of the ivy's frame
Have touched this silence moving in

And cold upon my fingertips
The window's beads of rain have mixed
With tears that never quite begin