I lingered still when you were gone,
When tryst and trust were o’er,
While memory like a wounded swan
In sorrow sung love’s lore.
I lingered till the whippoorwill
Had cried delicious pain
Over the wild-wood–in its thrill
I heard your voice again.
I lingered and the mellow breeze
Blew to me sweetly dewed–
Its touch awoke the sorceries
Your last caresses brewed.
But when the night with silent start
Had sown her starry seed,
The harvest which sprang in my heart
Was loneliness and need.
(Cale Young Rice)
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