I said, -- for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come, -- "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed; But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some As would let him in -- and take him in with tears!" I said. I lay, -- for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn, -- I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep; And he found me at my window with my big cloak on, All sorry with the tears some folks might weep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO A COMMON PROSTITUTE by WALT WHITMAN |