From a Window

The sunset touched the house today
 The children laughed and called my name
 Upon the path so overgrown with briar
 And mother says the summer's come
 But I'm too ill to play
 And so they ran away and I grew tired
 I hear their voices echoing
 Though dying light upon the green
 As evening falls so vivid and so deep
 And mother takes me to the flowers
 Behind our garden walls
 And I am ready now to sleep
 And I dreamt a ship had come
 To take me far away from here
 And I could see the sea stretch though the dark
 But I woke to midnight
 And the wind upon the trees
 Was calling to the beating of my heart
 Though canopies of lonely grey
 The fingers of the ivy's frame
 Have touched this silence moving in
 And cold upon my fingertips
 The window's beads of rain have mixed
 With tears that never quite begin