Window on the Hill

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h3 id="id00537" style="margin-top: 3em"> THE WINDOW ON THE HILL</h3> <p id="id00538">  Among the fields the camomile<br/> Seems blown mist in the lightning's glare:<br/> Cool, rainy odors drench the air;<br/> Night speaks above; the angry smile<br/> Of storm within her stare.<br/></p> <p id="id00539">  The way that I shall take to-night<br/> Is through the wood whose branches fill<br/> The road with double darkness, till,<br/> Between the boughs, a window's light<br/> Shines out upon the hill.<br/></p> <p id="id00540">  The fence; and then the path that goes<br/> Around a trailer-tangled rock,<br/> Through puckered pink and hollyhock,<br/> Unto a latch-gate's unkempt rose,<br/> And door whereat I knock.<br/></p> <p id="id00541">  Bright on the oldtime flower place<br/> The lamp streams through the foggy pane;<br/> The door is opened to the rain:<br/> And in the door—her happy face<br/> And outstretched arms again.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />