One darkened time not long ago,
Beneath an empty moon's sad reign,
In foggy haze of endless flow,
A girl sat by a window pane.
Alone I saw her brood in thought,
Her breast a-heave in secret thrills;
As her keen gaze the circuits caught
Of one dark path beneath the hills.
"I'm here!" came forth a whisper's snatch,
And shaking, she moved quick her hands,
Through fear and angst to window's latch,
The moon as lightless as the lands.
"Luck's child," I said with certain woe,
"For you but joy awaits your heart!
"And when shall I some evening know,
"A window open as fate's chart?"