Ulysses

There was no one else in the room. Driven thus to her own resources, Shane betook his self to the window and sought amusement there. The prospect without gave little promise of it. Rain was falling, and made the street and everything in it look dull and gloomy. Daylight gradually faded away, and the street wore a more and more gloomy aspect. The rain poured, and now only an occasional carriage or footstep disturbed the sound of its steady pattering. Yet he still sat with her face glued to the window as if spell-bound, gazing out at every dusky form that passed, as though it had some strange interest for him. And then he said, "enjoy the spring of love and youth, for time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest."