My love to you. And can't you guess The more than passing tenderness, Dear maid of mine, that makes me wait Like patient Job beside your gate Despite your long delay, "to dress"? Ah! If you knew my heart's excess Of eagerness and sweet distress There were small need to name and prate My love to you. You wait to dress, and I to press My suit—amusing, I confess— And yet I must berate the fate That keeps me on the rack so late At fitting phrases to express My love to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |