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 <br /> 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/
