The windows in my mind have panes of green.
Through each, do I admire a different view.
In one I found a most in inspiring scene,
One day as I was casually peering through.
Beyond the grass and Rosa Moyesii,
With fairest skin and blazing copper hair,
She looked inside my pane and into me,
With memories from smiling eyes so rare,
As though what she found there in my gaze,
Reminded her of home, and simpler days.