In the window up the stairs
A candle burns tonight.
Perhaps for love, or luck, or cares —
Or for its lovely light,
She asks her wav’ring candlelight
To be no desperate call;
But rather, in the warm spring night
To light her desk and wall.
And yet, she sits and looks outside,
As if expecting one
Fair prince to take her to his side,
When candle-burning’s done.