The Broken Tryst

So I rebuked my heart, and said:

"Be still, for she is coming, see,

Next moment—coming. Ah, her tread,

I hear her coming—it is she!"

And then a woman passed. The hour

Rang heavily along the air.

I had no hope, I had no power

To think—for thought was but despair.

A thing had happened. What? My brain

Dared not so much as guess the thing.

And yet the sun would rise again

Next morning! I stood marvelling.