How Darest Thou Wait

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

Liquid as lies the wave the hilltop lies,

The rocks are mobile as the breeze that strays

Past them to twirl the dust on summer ways;

The stars, they have the flight of butterflies,

The sun is as the ember in the grate:

Once more I cry, Love me! How darest thou wait?

Last updated January 14, 2019