The radiance of the star that leans on me <br />Was shining years ago. The light that now <br />Glitters up there my eyes may never see, <br />And so the time lag teases me with how <br /> <br />Love that loves now may not reach me until <br />Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse <br />Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful <br />And love arrived may find us somewhere else.<br /><br />Elizabeth Jennings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delay/
