New York Nocturnes and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


A Nocturne of Trysting


Broods the hid glory in its sheath of gloom
Till strikes the destined hour, and bursts the bloom,
A rapture of white passion and perfume.

       So the long day is like a bud
          That aches with coming bliss,
      Till flowers in light the wondrous night
          That brings me to thy kiss.

Then, with a thousand sorrows forgotten in one hour,
    In thy pure eyes and at thy feet I find at last my goal;
And life and hope and joy seem but a faint prevision
     Of the flower that is thy body and the flame that is thy soul.