Indifference

 I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,—
 "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in
 bed;
But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some
 As would let him in—and take him in with tears!" I said.

I lay,—for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,—
 I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep;
And he found me at my window with my big cloak on,
 All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!

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