Inesilla! I am here <br />Thy own cavalier <br />Is now beneath thy lattice playing: <br />Why art thou delaying? <br /> <br />He hath riden many a mile <br />But to see thy smile: <br />The young light on the flowers is shining, <br />Yet he is repining. <br /> <br />What to him is a summer star, <br />If his love's afar? <br />What to him the flowers perfuming, <br />When his heart's consuming? <br /> <br />Sweetest girl! I why dost thou hide? <br />Beauty may abide <br />Even before the eye of morning, <br />And want no adorning. <br /> <br />Now, upon their paths of lights, <br />Starry spirits bright <br />To catch thy brighter glance are staying: <br />Why art thou delaying ?<br /><br />Barry Cornwall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenade-inesilla-i-am-here/
