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