In the end ‘twas but a jest, <br />Jesting as lovers do. <br />But from the start I lov’d thee best, <br />Bath’d in morning dew. <br /> <br />Whereupon the days grew long, <br />The festival began; <br />An explosion of mirth and dirge, <br />Woe, corruption, élan. <br /> <br />A darkie there, and no light here, <br />A faintly lit maiden fair, <br />And a King with no respect; <br />I whisper’d in his ear. <br />I scream’d at him at the top’my voice, <br />As much as Ogma would let me. <br />I roar’d: ‘Get thee thither! ’ <br />‘A was a shiver and a quiver, <br />To that end- no more. <br /> <br />Of that deed that must be done, <br />I fear I am too late; <br />But, my friend, we are so young, <br />This distracted mind can wait. <br /> <br />Wait, wait and wait: <br />I do prophesy to spend eternity in waiting. <br />This Poesy shall my mind placate, <br />And prevent it from writhing. <br /> <br />But still I see thee, <br />In the warble melodious tunes, <br />The raindrops describing your beauty, <br />On the petals in runes. <br /> <br />The figments, shadows, cast <br />By the lone moon rise <br />Make contempt of my longing, <br />And paint your sweet blue eyes. <br /> <br />My love, I shall wait for thee, <br />And thy benediction, <br />Nymph of my heart, and my thoughts, <br />Make quick our coalition.<br /><br />Cúcídh Mac Cuagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-waiting-2/
