by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I said,-for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,-
"I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed;
But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some
As would let him in-and take him in with tears!" I said.
I lay,-for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,-
I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep;
And he found me at my window with my big cloak on,
All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!
Last updated January 14, 2019