Last Night, When Tired of Myself and Fate
LAST night, when tired of myself and fate
That mocked our love and set unholy bars
Across the path we entered on too late—
Last night I saw your head against the stars.
That mocked our love and set unholy bars
Across the path we entered on too late—
Last night I saw your head against the stars.
I was so sure you’d come that when I woke
And found you there I felt no least surprise—
Only a great content — and never spoke,
But looked up through the darkness to your eyes.
And found you there I felt no least surprise—
Only a great content — and never spoke,
But looked up through the darkness to your eyes.
Gently you leaned above me, your cheek pressed
Mine, your hands touched me, met behind my head,
Drawing your warmth down close upon my breast —
No room then for despair! “Good,”you said.
Mine, your hands touched me, met behind my head,
Drawing your warmth down close upon my breast —
No room then for despair! “Good,”you said.
And yet I knew it was the wind that kissed me,
And yet I knew past doubt you had not missed me.
And yet I knew past doubt you had not missed me.