Villeggiature

My window, framed in pear-tree bloom,

White-curtained shone, and softly lighted:

So, by the pear-tree, to my

Your ghost last night climbed uninvited.

Your solid self, long leagues away,

Deep in dull books, had hardly missed me;

And yet you found this Romeo's way,

And through the blossom climbed and kissed me.

I watched the still and dewy lawn,

The pear-tree boughs hung white above you;

I listened to you till the dawn,

And half forgot I did not love you.

Oh, dear! what pretty things you said,

What pearls of song you threaded for me!

I did not-till your ghost had fled-Remember how you always bore me!