But when he begged that he might stay,
I let him wait and rest.
He broke my sleep with sorrowing,
And shook my dreams with tears,
And when my heart was fain to sing,
He stilled its joy with fears.
But now that he has gone his way,
I miss the old sweet pain,
And sometimes in the night I pray
That he may come again.
Similar Posts
If I could have your arms tonight-
Lie between you and me.The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,Beating all night against the barren stone,The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyardMakes me more alone.If you were here, if you were only here-My blood cries out to you all night in vainAs sleepless as the rain.Submitted by Venus
I plucked a snow-drop in the spring,
The warmth had hurt the tender thing,I grieved to see it withering.I gave my love a poppy red,And laid it on her snow-cold breast;But poppies need a warmer bed,We wept to find the flower was dead.
(The daughter of Sappho)
Cleïs, did the muses nineListen in a silent lineWhile your mother sang to you?Did they weep or did they smileWhen she crooned to still your cries,She, a muse in human guiseWho forsook her lyre awhileDid you hear her wild heart beat?Did the warmth of all the sunThrough your little body runWhen she kissed your hands…
The moon is a charring ember
Off in the crouching mountainsCoyotes bark.The stars are heavy in heaven,Too great for the sky to hold —What if they fell and shatteredThe earth with gold?No lights are over the mesa,The wind is hard and wild,I stand at the darkened windowAnd cry like a child.
A DIAMOND of a morning
Dawn had taken in the starsAnd left the faint white moon.O white moon, you are lonely,It is the same with me,But we have the world to roam over,Only the lonely are free.
I. Spirit’s House
I will build a house for me;As a mason all aloneI will raise it, stone by stone,And every stone where I have bledWill show a sign of dusky red.I have not gone the way in vain,For I have good of all my pain;My spirit’s quiet house will beBuilt of naked stones I trodOn roads where…