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OVER THE BANISTERS
Over the banisters bends a face,
Daringly sweet and beguiling.
Somebody stands in careless grace,
And watches the picture, smiling.
Daringly sweet and beguiling.
Somebody stands in careless grace,
And watches the picture, smiling.
The light burns dim in the hall below,
Nobody sees her standing,
Saying good-night again, soft and slow,
Half way up to the landing.
Nobody sees her standing,
Saying good-night again, soft and slow,
Half way up to the landing.
Nobody only the eyes of brown,
Tender and full of meaning,
That smile on the fairest face in town,
Over the banisters leaning.
Tender and full of meaning,
That smile on the fairest face in town,
Over the banisters leaning.
Tired and sleepy, with dropping head,
I wonder why she lingers;
Now, when the good-nights all are said,
Why somebody holds her fingers.
I wonder why she lingers;
Now, when the good-nights all are said,
Why somebody holds her fingers.
He holds her fingers and draws her down
Suddenly growing bolder,
Till the loose hair drops its masses brown
Like a mantle over his shoulder.
Suddenly growing bolder,
Till the loose hair drops its masses brown
Like a mantle over his shoulder.
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Over the banisters soft hands, fair,
Brush his cheeks like a feather,
And bright brown tresses and dusky hair
Meet and mingle together.
Brush his cheeks like a feather,
And bright brown tresses and dusky hair
Meet and mingle together.
There's a question asked, there's a swift caress,
She has flown like a bird from the hall-way,
But over the banisters drops a “yes”
That shall brighten the world for him alway.
She has flown like a bird from the hall-way,
But over the banisters drops a “yes”
That shall brighten the world for him alway.
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