I feel like Moore's lamenting Peri:
Why won't he come?" she said.
The tear-drops then welled from her eyes,
And down her damask cheek they crept;
Her bosom heaved with sundry sighs,
She cried, "I'll no excuse accept.
I will not speak to him," said she;
"How dare he keep me waiting here!"
When suddenly, approaching near,
Her tardy swain she chanced to see;