| ::Over the banister:: Author Unknown Over the banister leans a face Tenderly sweet, beguiling, While below her with tender grace He watches the picture smiling. The light burns dim in the hall below, Nobody sees them standing, Saying goodnight again soft and low, Halfway up to the landing. Nobody only those eyes of brown Tender and full of meaning, Gaze on the loveliest face in town Over the banister leaning. Timid and tired with downcast eyes, I wonder why she lingers After all the goodnights are said? Somebody holds her fingers. Holds her fingers and draws her down, Suddenly growing bolder, Till her lovely hair lets it masses down, Like a mantle over his shoulder. A question asked, A swift caress, She had fled like a bird from the stairway But over the banister comes a "yes!" That brightens the world for him alway. |