My own and my only Love some night Shall keep her tryst, shall come from the South, And oh, her robe of magnolia white! And oh, and oh, the breath of her mouth! And oh, her grace in the grasses sweet! And oh, her love in the leaves new born! And oh, and oh, her lily-white feet Set daintily down in the dew-wet morn! The drowsy cattle at night shall kneel And give God thanks, and shall dream and rest; The stars slip down and a golden seal Be set on the meadows my Love has blest. Come back, my Love, come sudden, come soon. The world lies waiting as the cold dead lie; The frightened winds wail and the crisp-curled moon Rides, wrapped in clouds, up the cold gray sky. Oh, Summer, my Love, my first, last Love! I sit all day by Potomac here, Waiting and waiting the voice of the dove; Waiting my darling, my own, my dear. THE CABIN, Washington, D. C. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WELCOME by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR WEDNESDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |