I said,--for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,-- <br />"I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed; <br />But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some <br />As would let him in--and take him in with tears!" I said. <br />I lay,--for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,-- <br />I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep; <br />And he found me at my window with my big cloak on, <br />All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indifference-5/
