At the Window

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How thick about the window of my life Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife, Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.

If 'mid this swarm of smallnesses remain A single undimmed spot, with wondering eyeI note before my freckled window-pane The outstretched splendor of the earth and sky.

© Ethelwyn Wetherald