| Poems by Women |
A TRYST
I will not break the tryst, my dear,
That we have kept so long,
Though
winter and its snows are here,
And I've no heart for song.
You went into the voiceless night;
Your path led far away.
Did you
forget me, Heart's Delight,
As night forgets the day?
Sometimes I think that you would speak
If still you held me dear;
But
space is vast, and I am weak -
Perchance I do not hear.
Surely, howe'er remote the star
Your wandering feet may tread,
When I
shall pass the sundering bar
Our souls must still be wed.
Louise Chandler Moulton [1835-1908]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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