Love
Waiting for Day
From Some Verses (1898)
Love
Sweet Lady Night is paling white.
Why lags her Lord and Master?
She weeping, lays her jewels off--
Ah--may he not come faster.
But hush--the tender rosy blush
Her beauty fair adorning
Her love steps o'er the mountain's rim,
They kiss--and here's the morning.
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MLA
Whitney, Helen Hay. “Waiting for Day.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitney_hh/26/.
Chicago
Whitney, Helen Hay. “Waiting for Day.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitney_hh/26/.
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