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!
Not A Word
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: heart, heaven, hope, joy, night, poor, warning, bird, long, hear, mind, morning, broken, slow, window, sword, token, sad, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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