The window is my best friend!
When in times of grief
It offers solace to my grievous heart
In summer and winter, day and night
It cures the pangs of my heart!

At times, my brows, wrinkled into 
furrows in anger, or lips parted in smiles, 
I stand near thee,my friend!
And You, with the views of far-away mountains
In rude curvatures against the sky;
And the gay hosts of birds treading-
toward the purple west, 
dispels the inner troubles of my heart!

Sweet inimitable nature!
The tender physician of many an ailing heart!
The genial source of pure emotions and sublime delight!
Yes! it is wonderful!"the window"-With its clear
Views of rising hillocks and running brooks,
I forget myself in the contemplation of the divine-
before me, and am filled with rapturous emotions!

Seated in an armchair, beside the window,
And engaged in a volume, held in the hand
It gives in well-modulated light;
The heavy rumble of wheels on the street, 
The laughter of merry children going to school, 
Takes me into a realm, not my own,
Yet very much like mine,
I become the invisible spectator of a human drama
That is enacted before me!!!