From a Little Window by Myra Morris

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My little window, four by three,
Opens on to worlds of witchery.

I watch the clouds go riding by --
White sails athwart the windy sky;

And limned against the sunset fires,
Plump sparrows huddled on the wires.

Away where curves the sky's blue cup,
Thin-etched masts go dreaming up,

And drawn within the disk's dark nets
Frail cupolas, and minarets --

Sweet, fairy-fashioned shapes that soar,
Far from the window three by four!

And outward-winging whirl my dreams
Unto these walls, until it seems

Only the empty husk of me
Waits at the window four by three!

First published in The Bulletin, 3 May 1923

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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