LOVE, my heart is faint with waiting, Faint with hope and joy deferred, All night long at this sad grating, Sleepless like a prisoned bird, Singing low, Singing slow: Come, ah come, love.—Not a word! Love, in vain for thee this token Did I tie, poor silken cord, To my window. See, 'tis broken And the strands fly heavenward. All are free, All but me. Come, ah come, love.—Not a word! Lo, the first sad streak of morning Cleaves the heaven like a sword. Love, too late I hear the warning, Of thy footstep on the sward. Yet, ah yet, Though 'tis late, Come; but mind, love, not a word! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE FUGITIVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE INELUCTABLE by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY THE TWO FLOWERS by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE TAMPICO by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING ON THE EXCELLENT POEMS OF MY MOST WORTHY FRIEND, MR. THOMAS FLATMAN by CHARLES COTTON |