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A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 9, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The day draws nigh, methinks, when I could stay
Last Line: The love-light in thine eyes, and not for me.
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of


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.





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