Behind the blinds I sit and watch
The people passing - passing by;
And not a single one can see
My tiny watching eye.
They cannot see my little room,
All yellowed with the shaded sun;
They do not even know I'm here;
Nor'll guess when I am gone.
The Window
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: people, sun, room, single, guess, watch, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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