Somewhere thou awaitest,
And I, with lips unkissed,
Weep that thus to latest
Thou puttest off our tryst!
The golden bowls are broken,
The silver cords untwine;
Almond flowers in token
Have bloomed,—-that I am thine!
Others who would fly thee
In cowardly alarms,
Who hate thee and deny thee,
Thou foldest in thine arms!
How shall I entreat thee
No longer to withhold?
I dare not go to meet thee,
O lover, far and cold!
O lover, whose lips chilling
So many lips have kissed,
Come, even if unwilling,
And keep thy solemn tryst!
(Helen Hunt Jackson)
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