Edna St. Vincent Millay — Indifference

I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,—        &nbsp"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        &nbspAs would let him in—and take him in with tears!" I said. I lay,—for Love was laggard, O, he came not until dawn,—        &nbspI lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep; And he found me at my window with my big cloak on,        &nbspAll sorry with the tears some folks might weep!