The day draws nigh, methinks, when I could stay Calm in thy presence with no dream of ill, When, having put all earthliness away, I could be near thee, touching thee, and still Feel no mad throbbing at my foolish heart, No sudden rising of unbidden tears, Could mark thee come and go, to meet or part, Without the gladness and without the fears. Have patience with me then for this short space. I shall be wise, but may not yet unmoved See a strange woman put into my place And happy in thy love, as I was loved: This were too much. Ah, let me not yet see The love-light in thine eyes, and not for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) A SUN-DAY HYMN [OR LAMENT] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IN MEMORIAM (EASTER 1915) by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TROPIC NIGHTFALL by ROBERT AVRETT MARATHON, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 11. TO EDWARD THOMAS, WITH A PLAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |