Ever she pleaded softly, “Let us go.”
But I spoke tenderly, and said, “Beloved,
Shall not thy lips give orders to my heart?
Yet there is one small matter in these hills
Claiming attention ere I can depart.
“Let us not waste these days; thine absent lord
Cannot return, thou know’st, before the snow
Has melted, and the almond fruits appear.”
This time she answered, “Naught but thee I know!”
I too was young; I could have loved her well