I WILL not look for him, I will not hear My heart's loud beating, as I strain to see Across the rain forlorn and hopelessly, Nor, starting, think 't is he that draws so near. I will forget how tenderly and dear He might in coming hold his arms to me, For I will prove what woman's pride can be When faint love lingers in the darkness drear. I will not -- ah, but should he come tonight I think my life might break through very bliss, This little will should so be torn apart That all my soul might fail in golden light And let me die; so do I long for this. Ah, love, thine eyes! -- Nay, love -- Thy heart, thy heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |