I WAITED full two hours, or more, Beneath the old pine tree, Where oft I've lingered twilight hours, Watching, my Love, for thee. I waited till the shadows grew Like giants, grim and grey; I waited till night's coming chased The shadows far away. I waited for, I knew not what; But, oh, I waited there, Hoping, perchance, some ray to find, To lighten my despair. A year ago last May, I sat Beneath the old pine-tree; My tryst was not a broken one, For, Love, you came to me. I waited, and my spirit called Thy spirit, Love, to me; No tryst was ever broken there Beneath the old pine-tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONG OF THE MOON by CLAUDE MCKAY |