A STREET at night, a silent square br That mirth forbids; br Whose windows, with drawn lips and narrowed lids, br Resent the intruder's stare. br br Where winds are cautious in their play, br Where only steals br Some meager brougham on its muffled wheels br Before the portals grey. br br But suddenly a window swings, br A hand is laid br For one white moment on the balustrade, br And benediction brings. br br I linger . . .