the wait..

Oh, how, indeed, could i tell them
that for thee i wait, and that thou
hast promise to come. How could i
utter for shame that i keep for my dowry
this poverty. Ah i hug this pride
in the secret of my heart.

I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky
and dream of the sudden splendour of thy coming--
all the lights ablaze, golden penons flying over thy car,
and they at the roadside standing agape!