Looking Through My Window Laid At Bedtime

In this beautiful nutting-time, When tired I have laid to bed, Looking through my window, Across the seven skies-- Angels and heaven, And glimpses of my God. These barking dogs to the forest side, Perhaps the watchdogs of gujjars; This gentle full moon Shining over the nearby dark dense forest, And the soul soothing view of the clear calm starry sky, Take me to the merry days, I had lived with that kind young country girl: Bears would come into the maize crops And the poor farmers watching on tall towers would cry Haw! Haw! Haa! Hoo! And whistle and beat the tin; And the street dogs barked in fear, And it all would go almost whole night.