The window by Walter Grogan
Sweet maid, fair maid,
open the window
See, here we wait, the morn and I
Eager to greet
maiden so sweet
So shyly sweet,
so sweetly shy
Sweet maid, rare maid,
open the window,
See, here are roses for thy prize
Blooming and fair
with fragrance rare
All waiting for thy sunny eyes
Sweet maid, fair maid,
open the window,
See here the rose newborn from sleep,
Look down and see
our gifts to thee
A rose to wear, a heart to keep
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