Was it only last night in half darkness that I met him midway on the stair, That he gave me a friend's greeting only as I held longing arms to him there? His lips just brushed mine as I waited, not once did he toy with my hair -- Does it come with surprise That the Stars have his eyes? Shivering, I am thrust from our dream world to a plain by the wind swept bare. What is it I have been expecting? I'm no longer a simpering bride; I still have my books and my writing, green fields, blue hills, surging tide. I shall mold my own life to my liking. Where is all that strong woman pride? -- Is the wind sighing so Or a dove moaning low? Dead love cannot be heartbreaking. Tomorrow I'll feel satisfied. A year has been long in the passing, Oh God of my contrite heart! Could I thrill once again to his footstep, I would play a wife's humblest part. Life froze when I tried to live without love, so empty are honor and art -- Gentle patters of rain! To revive the dead grain? Pray grant me another tomorrow! Love stirs like new life at its start. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE HIGHER GOOD by THEODORE PARKER EJACULATORY PRAYER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |