Alexandrines
You come to me only in the veil of idle night
Unveiled. The day perhaps is too much weighed upon
By labours, or perhaps I cared, to hide the sight
Of that true love which only lovers feel, to don
It thus myself. No matter, when I see you here
I am as a child, a strange one, dreading the day,
Exalted in the night. I sense no more that fear
That, showing who I am, I might myself betray.
You come at night, and well before the world remind
Us of itself and braze once more the silver shore
You leave me. Listless, I, to see the day unwind,
Plod to the door, the windows, not unlocked before.
This poem is © 2008 Eric, to whom comments may be sent.
