I DEDICATE MY BOOK TO MY WIFE, BECAUSE THERE'S A ROSE LOOKING IN AT THE WINDOW, IN EVERY CONDITION OF LIFE IN DAYS OF CONTENT AND ENJOYMENT, IN HOURS WITH BITTERNESS RIFE. WHERE'ER THERE'S THE SMILE OF A WOMAN, AS BRIGHT AS A BEAM FROM ABOVE, 'TIS THE ROSE LOOKING IN AT THE WINDOW, AND FILLING THE DWELLING WITH LOVE. -From Poems by P. M. James. |