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Here in my office I sit and write / Hour on hour, and day on day, / With no one to speak to from morn till night, / Though I have a neighbor just over the way. / Across the alley that yawns between / A maiden sits sewing the whole day long; / A face more lovely is seldom seen / In hall or castle or country throng.
Her curling tresses are golden brown; / Her eyes, I think, are violet blue, / Though her long, thick lashes are always down, / Jealously hiding the orbs from view; / Her neck is slender, and round, and white, / And this way and that way her soft hair blows, / As there in the window, from morn till night, / She sits in her beauty, and sings and sews.