Two Lonely: A Saturday Poem

Two Lonely

Alone, nightdress-clad, she sat outside the door
And swept aside a golden tress, as from heaven it fell
Across her angel face -- And thoughts too great to tell
Lay flightless, furrowed there -- as times before.
‘Oh God! Shall I be so unknown?
…With no soul to catch this night’s moonward eye
Nor to shoulder a tear -- None, but the bright black sky
With sorrows of its own?’

Away, homeward-sad, a man drew his carriage
To a halt, and wandered thus near a murmuring stream
Where danced partners of light -- And, as if in a dream
He was drawn to his own oft-imagined marriage.
‘Oh God! Will it be late or soon?
For I’ve no one to welcome me whene’er I’ve returned?’
And a tear joined the water, as his face was upturned
Toward the same silent moon.

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