Dark as charcoal has been one of the trending qualities
For recognizing me,
All I know is to cry in the tending arm that loves me.
Have I been weaned? ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!