A Woman’s Sonnets: Ix

The day draws nigh, methinks, when I could stay Calm in thy presence with no dream of ill, When, having put all earthliness away, I could be near thee, touching thee, and still Feel no mad throbbing at my foolish heart, No sudden rising of unbidden tears, Could mark thee come and go, to meet our part, Without the gladness and without the fears. Have patience with me then for this short space. I shall be wise, but may not yet unmoved See a strange woman put into my place And happy in thy love, as I was loved: This were too much. Ah, let me not yet see The love--light in thine eyes, and not for me.