For I am yours! Darling, unlock, unlock—
All Time to this was but a journey home!
BELATED LOVE
Come home to me, are you come home to me,
O heart of mine—but in what dolorous guise!
And the great hour, O ’twas otherwise
Love had imagined it in days to be!
These pleading hands—these lips—How dreadfully,
At what strange lips and in what alien eyes