LOVE, my heart is faint with waiting, Faint with hope and joy deferred, All night long at this sad grating, Sleepless like a prisoned bird, Singing low, Singing slow: Come, ah come, love.—Not a word! Love, in vain for thee this token Did I tie, poor silken cord, To my window. See, 'tis broken And the strands fly heavenward. All are free, All but me. Come, ah come, love.—Not a word! Lo, the first sad streak of morning Cleaves the heaven like a sword. Love, too late I hear the warning, Of thy footstep on the sward. Yet, ah yet, Though 'tis late, Come; but mind, love, not a word! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST IN PROGRESS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: MERLIN AND VIVIEN by ALFRED TENNYSON REMINISCENCE by LYLE BARTSCHER |