For how long will thee wait here for nothing?
Will the tide have come, will the sun be set?
Will new light sever, will the new day sing?
When will thee give in and simply forget?
How many times have thou fail’d to see fact
That thy lover has now cast thee aside?
Thy pride has been bent but remains intact
Yet the dreams thy once dreamt once more will hide.
Wings of mine have offer’d armor to thee
Yet thou seem’d to be afraid of flying
Frighten’d that I am thy lover to be?
Thou wilt not love, but delicate dying?
Do not mistake ignorance with blindness;
Do not despise love, rather your kindness.