I saw you silent, desolate tonight
as I lurked outside your room
your eyes searching,
bewildered in the window,
for your lost soul --
searching recompense
for the devotion of your youth,
and you did not see, my love,
how I slapped and struggled at your window
like a terror-stricken dove.
C.N. Bialik (1901)
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