Goldenhair

Lean out of the window,

    Goldenhair,

I hear you singing

    A merry air.

My book was closed;

   I read no more,

Watching the fire dance

    On the floor.

I have left my book,

    I have left my room

For I heard you singing

    Through the gloom,

Singing and singing

    A merry air.

Lean out of the window,

    Goldenhair.