When love delays, when love delays and Joy
Steals a strange shadow o'er the happy hills,
And Hope smiles from To-morrow, nor fulfills
One promise of To-day, thy sight would cloy
This soul with loved despair
By seeing thee so fair.
When love delays, when love delays and song
Aches at wild lips regretful, as the sound
Of a whole sea strives in the shell-mouth bound,
Tho’ Hope smiles still to-morrowed, all this wrong
Would, at one little word,
Leap forth for thee a sword.
When love delays, when love delays and sleep
Nests in dark eyeballs, like a song of home
Heard‘ mid familiar flowers o'er the foam,
Tho’ Hope smiles still to-morrowed, thou wouldst steep
This hurt heart overmuch
In balm with one true touch.
When love delays, when love delays and Sorrow
Drinks her own tears that fever her soul's thirst,
And song, and sleep, and memory seem accurst,
For Hope smiles still to-morrowed, I would borrow
One smile from thee to cheer
The weary, weary year.
When love delays, when love delays and Death
Hath sealed dim lips and mocked young eyes with night,
To love or hate locked calm, indifferent quite,—
Hope's star-eyed acolyte,— what kisses’ breath,
What joys can slay regret
Or teach thee to forget!