Over the banister leans a face, tenderly sweet and beguiling
While below her with tender grace
He watches the picture smiling.
A 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.