The Dark Cavalier

 I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover: 
 My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired; 
I stand to wait for you, patient in the darkness, 
 Offering forgetfulness of all that you desired. 

I ask no merriment, no pretense of gladness, 
 I can love heavy lids and lips without their rose; 
Though you are sorrowful you will not weary me; 
 I will not go from you when all the tired world goes. 

I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover; 
 I promise faithfulness no other lips may keep; 
Safe in my bridal place, comforted by darkness, 
 You shall lie happily, smiling in your sleep.

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